and i tell myself:
you are not alone.
but when i'm sitting on my bed at night, darkness enveloping me into my own sort of hell, cheeks wet from tears, eyes puffy, hands shaking,
all i can do is look around and see no one.
and, god, i am alone.
YOU ARE READING
punctuations.
Poetryshe's got a h e a v y heart, a m e s s y soul, a r e c k l e s s mind, but i think it's b e a u t i f u l the way she carries herself.
