Now you realize you heard me say it. I've been quietly crying for your help with subtle showing of the scars on my wrist. I've been silently screaming when I tell you nothings wrong when I so desperately want to say there is. But I was far too broken too show it. An you were far too blind to see it.
YOU ARE READING
The Sad Truth
PoesiaThis book has sad/deep/depressing poems and/or storys. (These are things I usually feel most days writing about it makes me feel good about myself again.) Enjoy
