Somethings are pretty, somethings make me want to laugh and scream.
Sometimes when I stare into your eyes all I do is wonder and crave more cream. You still speak with bubbles in your voice, but theirs something behind the screen.
Nobody sees the pain you hide, the crack in your lip, the limp in your stride.
But I do. Your voice speaks secrets only to me. The hatred you think of yourself makes my chest sting, and tears threaten to fall. You will never see how beautiful you are. And how much you mean to me.
But you still can't see. I am blinded, and so are you.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight thoughts
Ngẫu nhiênEver feel like you just can't stop. Your tears are tsunamis. Your blood cold and emptied. Contains self harm, depressive thoughts, suicide
