you know what scares me most at 3 am?
it's not the monsters. it's not the voices.
it's you— crying yourself to sleep, hugging your pillow while your blanket tries to warm your cold heart.—c.c.
3 am
you know what scares me most at 3 am?
it's not the monsters. it's not the voices.
it's you— crying yourself to sleep, hugging your pillow while your blanket tries to warm your cold heart.—c.c.