give it time it's what they say, while my heart is pouring out tears of events that took place inside my head.
dreadful thoughts and actions are way more than what I can handle, glistening tears mocking my fears drenched the soul of a broken little girl with only these two words "you're a scorn" told by her mom.
you are okay they accolade, u have everything that u deserve. that is true but it's not for good.
remorsefulness of life, and a kindle of the desire of death showing its head past that curtain of happiness made in vain.
egregious thoughts vague my mind making it hard to stay alive. and every second past I feel like I'm gonna scream, but being forced to stay quiet is a normal thing.
the time it's hard and always making things all the way to the start, but give it time they say, but when it's ur time to get trapped u will understand, time is what I don't have.
