Where are you, I can't do this anymore, Help me, Someone Take me away from this place.
I'm just talking to myself again, talking to myself again.
All of the things you said are like a mask, It hides the truth and rips me apart, It pierces me, I'm going crazy, I hate this.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts That Were Kept
PoésieThoughts that you thought you could keep all to yourself.
