She knocked on my door and asked,How much I hated myself....
She walked inside, and had to look around ....to find atleast something I loved
She turned around, with pity in her eyes....
But she knew not to cry, for that was our only respite....
To hold back those tears
To throw a thousand smiles
To swallow back the words
To wink at everything in disguise
To never show you care
To be the worst that they ever imagined
To let it all cascade down , as if it ever didn't stink
Girls of sorrow
Girls of no pride
Girls of pain
Girls with no light.....
YOU ARE READING
When She's High....
Ngẫu nhiênthe girl that calls, only when she's high....on coffee??
