im starting to question myself.
well, starting to question my sanity a little.
was it all a dream?
is all of this pain, a dream?
were we real?
was i real?
were you?
am i?
i dont know what time it is.
i dont even know the day.
baby please help me i love you.
please fix me.
youre the he only one who can
so, please?
i love you. please?
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
