Nowhere to turn to express whats inside.
Solemn will listen, many will judge.
The world is ******, i don't wish to wake up.
But you know what? There is beauty in pain, tears they still glisten and whisper your name.
as it always is
I don't give these places fake my name explaining this
And the wrists of my mind have the bleeding lines
That remind me of all the times...
I have committed
Dirty dirty crimes that are perfectly form-fitted
To what I've done and what I'm doing
I'm brewing and...
where it seems like you can never move on? Where you just want to cry but you don't know why? Or maybe the slightest thing puts you into a bad mood. A day where you just want to crawl into bed and never get out. Or where you sincerely believe that no one cares, or no one wants...