As I write this
I think
About you
Looking in the mirror
Maybe I can see through
I count cuts
And scars
Not the stars
In the sky
I miss you
And me as well
When you left me
I followed you
Down to hell
YOU ARE READING
ғυcĸ тнe ѕyѕтeм ®
Thơ caThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me
