My life is like a window. When you look through it, all you can see is the false smiles and how picture perfect everything is, but you can’t hear the arguments held over the dinner table or see the tears running down my face in the dark..
My life is like a window. When you look through it, all you can see is the false smiles and how picture perfect everything is, but you can’t hear the arguments held over the dinner table or see the tears running down my face in the dark..