It's a pain to already know when you're dying.
Painful to know how you'll die.
Even more painful to know you will suicide.
Much more painful to know you were always dead, always dying before it.
Most painful to know, nobody was there to try to stop it.
But then what about the fact there were millions of tears dropping, each reflecting a wish, all drowning in the blood?
YOU ARE READING
Worlds Of Words
Poetry\\ Worlds of Words: Journal and Rantbook \\ A world of words in pages away from the busy city lights Words of Words, as the name suggest is to recreate worlds --- our imagination, with words and feelings and emotions. After all, it's a safe world o...
