My head is pounding, my heart is racing
I trun around and see my face, the face of sorrow the face of lost, the face of pain the face of shame . The fear in my eyes the fear in my voice, the fear of being alone. The looks I got, the discussing tones, all I can think is I'm all alone The time I wake up to the time I go to bed, all the voices in my head, the only thing I can do is cry. I take a knife and cut away. Why? I don't know.
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My Thoughts
RandomI started this book because I wanted to write down stuff that comes to mind. To see if there's anyone who is just as fucked up as me.
