15, socially awkward, British. Instagram: maaaaaaaaddi
Soft, delicate skin. A smooth white canvas. A freckle here and there. The sunlight hits your back. And illuminates all of the tiny hairs. So beautiful. My fingertips trace your spine.
She is too happy to be this sad. Too young to know her pain. Too fragile to be this hurt. But still, she remains. I watch her as she hides it away,. Puts on her fake smile.
I'm sick of being scared of being sick. The constant worry of an anxious mind, 'Is it just a cold or is it something worse?' 'Is it just that I ate too much or is it that it was dodgy.
There is a fire in my heart Burning Engulfing Devouring Melting me like wax. My mind becomes blank My body becomes limp You are all I can think of.