there are still some days where I think that life isn’t worth it.
where I slip back into being depressed old fucked up me.
networks
where I slip back into being depressed old fucked up me.
Her eyes glisten with a sense of fear. She dies a little more with every tear. Her future haunts her dreams, But no one hears her screams. She thinks about him, But knows she will never win the key to his sacred heart, She doesn’t even try to start. Instead she sits on her bed, Knowing she will never wed. Tears continue their journey down her precious face As she stares out into empty space.
not even joking right now. it’s scary.
