Every single time I write a poem,
I just keep on finding pretty ways to tell people that I want to die.
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.
Pretty ways
Every single time I write a poem,
I just keep on finding pretty ways to tell people that I want to die.
