Thinking about it again.
The absence of companionship.
The lack of a person close enough to share everything with.
The vast and ever growing void of loneliness,
slowly increases
day
by
day.
Nights spent alone.
Alone but with the many tears cascading down horribly uneven skin.
Swollen eyelids.
Returned thoughts of an easy escape and red droplets rested against sickly pale, already scarred, skin.
But they do not know.
They do not care to know.
YOU ARE READING
a collection of unprocessed thought
Randomi'm going to use this to post occasional things that rattle on through my mind & stories i want to share & things like that bc why not
