I smile...
why?
because I don't want you to see me the way I am....
why?
because I am sewed up and s disappointment in today's world...
why?
no more why's.... its hard to talk.... its hard t say why... I was made from two monsters.... now I am just like them.... nothing will work.... cutting won't work... nothing every will...
YOU ARE READING
heartbreaks and almost all
PoesiaI just love the poems I write even if they suck balls