Dilated; high
Tears; sadness
Droopy; depressed
Shimmery; happy
Glisten; unknown.
If my eyes could hold contact it'd show you how I feel, you'd think of me as a miserable, depressed, delusional guy. Which is why they don't because you see me as..
Harry Styles; perfect, not imperfect, as the beautiful stripper that dances on men for a living because they think you enjoy it like the others.
If only they knew this.
Harry Styles; drug addict, depressed, lunatic. The one that hates dancing on other men, but does so for the easy cash handed to him to feed off of by drugs; to forget of those loved ones he's empty without; mum, dad, sibling, forever gone; to soon be joined.
I want to scream, shout but I become mute; can't.
I cry out for help, but no one hears.
I want gone, but I don't know when.
I reach to grab; nothings there.
I try to breathe; the air is gone.
I close my eyes; the night takes me away in a flash once again.
Again, mental.
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Harry Styles
FanfictionThey think they know you for who you are, but if only they knew that's who you aren't. They only know the told, not the untold. They only see what's in front of the curtain, not the back. They only see you from a glance but don't distinguish the one...
