I look at the mirror,
watching the pain buried in my eyes
and hollow feelings as if its
some films scenes that are horror,
so scared you might forget about
the other scars that are made to stay and just watching me live with some more, didn't accept to
fade away.
 
Tho you're my glasses,
the only thing I see with,

please I need us to start again,
a new page and a new pen,
do not fold my eyes
with some material,
I want you to hold me
before I hold your hand or make a move, please don't leave me alone, 

My  special little home.

-ClaryElvis

the nowhere of believers.Where stories live. Discover now