A/N: this entry is a collaborated poem of me and a friend of mine who share the same pain as I am.
Two beautiful souls
Both are barely surviving
One is at the edge of the cliff
One is trying to cut the rope of the people controling her
They are both each other's comfort
Each other's happy pill
They tell each other everything
They protect each other when their surrounding are breaking them.
Their patience is wearing thin
They almost lost everything
But they keep on holding on
Because they knew they don't turn each other down
Everybody's judging them
Without knowing that they suffered enough
They live and sleep in pain
They should laugh but they can't
Toxic society and parenting is killing them
If they die, who would be the prime suspect?
Who would protect them?
No one because they don't care they just want know them
