The stretched, forced smile that was plastered on her face.
Her restless eyes darting across the room, trying to escape her shame.
"Please, help me." She cried as the darkness formed around her.
The eyes gave her disinterested glances because they do not remember.
One pair of eyes stood out to the panicked girl.
It was the eyes of her lover, her broken world.
It was the eyes of her beloved obsession.
The source of her soul-sucking depression.
~More to come.
DU LIEST GERADE
TheNerdanionMirror's Book Of Death
AcakKind of like a diary. I just write whatever I wanna write. Could be 2 letters to a billion pages long. Doesn't matter. Beware of depressed shit and just overall confusion and randomness. (Cover created by @toepnav1)
