I have a little black book
I write things in it
Things other people will probably never see or hear
Things that I will die with
These things will die with me cause slowly I'm dying
And all but slowly the little balck book is
Dying too
YOU ARE READING
Monotonic Sadness
LosoweThe lover of all things broken P.s i wrote this when i was merely 13 and i had severe depression so please under stand thanks anyway
