I speak with my hands
Writing down everything
That's wrong.
But it's not enough,
The darkness in the pits of my mind
Is slowly growing stronger
I need to let go
I need to start screaming
But no words come.
- write
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
