I'm drowning... in the tears, the regret, the fear, the lonelyness. When you see me smile, the there well be a little boy deep down crying and screaming.... so while most people are sleeping soundly and dreaming, I'll be here crying myself to sleep just to wake up 3 hours later from a nightmare again.... and again... and again. Always waking up not even remembering what I was dreaming of but I'm OK I always am.... right? And when you ask me if I'm OK I'll say the same thing I alway do.... 'yeah I'm fine I'm just tired, I'm OK I promise' and smile again, because I'm used to it by now.
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My Random Feelings
Randoma book with poems and short story's or ramdom stuff that I feel like posting WARNING Slow update might be depressing And please don't judge what I write
