I keep my mouth shut, all the tears trickle down my wrists in a crimson red color.
You dont want to listen to my secrets anyway.
"Till all my sleeves are stained red,
from all the truth that I've said." - One Republic
YOU ARE READING
Small Voices
Short StoryWhile I sit alone, the voices whisper in my head. I close my eyes to hear them say."write us.... don't let us die when you're dead....."
