I'm numb,
Laying in bed.
Mindlessly looking at what I believe is the painting on my wall, but
It's too dark to realize what's in front of me.
It's to dark for me too think.
It's suffocating me..
You're suffocating me right now by not being here.
Why.. again?
YOU ARE READING
This Dying Love
RandomLove is dying. Love is hurting. Love is boring. Love is searching for something new. Love is simply love. This book isn't just about love. Its about the good times and the bad times. And everything in between. This is a personal journal at most. D...
