Twinkle, twinkle, little scars.
How I wonder if you'll be gone?
Up above my arms and wrists,
Broken mind with my bruised fists.
Twinkle, twinkle dearest ,
I am six feet underground.
YOU ARE READING
How?
RandomHow did I get in such a mess? Nobody knows. Even I don't know. Just a book full of quotes, some songs, and lots and lots of realizations and regrets in this mess I call, life.
