i cant stop thinking
god i should have never done this.
i wish i didnt do this.
i wish i still didnt know what love is. was.
i feel like im fucking drowing.
i wish i didnt know what heartbreaks are.
i feel like im fucking dying.
i wish you would come back.
youre the only fucking one who can help me. fix me.
come back
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
