I just need to get everything out, not easy for the girl that has bottled everything up for last sixteen years of her life.
Should be easy shouldn't it? I fucking wish.
I want every emotion, every thought, every fear and every single fucking pain that has coursed through my body out.
I want it all out in the open for everyone to see.
But then they'd see me,
so maybe not.
Currently Listening to: 'Leftovers' by Dennis Lloyd.
YOU ARE READING
Thunder, Rain and Some Sun
PoesíaI've never been the type of person to talk about how I'm feeling, I bottle it up like I'm sure most people do. But when I turned sixteen my father bought me a notebook with paper planes printed on the front of it and told me to write everything down...
