K//9:52pm (4 months ago)
Because at 3 a.m. well I am crying for reasons I can't say but you will be sleeping dreaming of fun things like snakes or maybe our future or our past and at lunch when I'm breathing hard in the bathroom stall you will be somewhere with people laughing not feeling sad for yourself and I wish I could do the same but I refuse to lie and I refuse to pretend that I'm okay for once I don't care if the whole world knows that I wish I was dead because without you nothing makes sense anymore.
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We're Broken People
PoesíaBasically just some collections of words created in a mind painted black and blue
