Sitting here,with my favorite knife, all my life I've wanted to die.
The air I breathe isn't safe,neither is the silence I crave.
When I'm alone, I feel everything all at once.
All my life all I've ever done was cry.
Funny thing is,no one ever understands why.
YOU ARE READING
The way i see things
RandomNot really like a story story or nothing like that. just wanna let out some stuff I guess
