Some days, I go home and I fall apart. In the middle of the night, I scream and cry into my pillow until my throat is sore and I can't breathe.
But then I wake up, put on a smile, and make it seem like everything is okay. When in reality, I can't wait to go home and repeat the process.
CZYTASZ
From The Heart
RandomJust a bunch of random one-shots, poetry and drabbles of writing that come to mind.
