We live each day
Wanting to die
Needing love
And never knowing why
So we throw ourselves off cliffs
Hoping that we'll fly
And we fall to our deaths thinking
"I'm sorry, goodbye"
YOU ARE READING
4 pm
PoetryPoetry ~ all I know is that you loved me but you didn't love me enough and now I'm shaking but that's pointless because no amount of shaking will bring you back. ~ Possible TW(?)
