A smile graced upon a child's lips
But as they get older, it starts to slip
Wounds cut deeper as time goes on
Life gets harder and they're practically gone
Their lips still pull upwards
In a common reaction
Yet the pale, glossy eyes hold zero passion
A poor little child with so much potential
Feels scared and lonely and a little bit mental.
YOU ARE READING
3 am Thoughts.
AcakOnly read if you want to. I swear I'm not this crazy all the time. Just a few times a week.
