so much history in unrequited love
so much depression in one soul
so much self-hate in one body
too much desire to disappear
too much hate toward the ones who love
too much of a goose chase for happiness
please let me spill my guts
please leave me broken and used
please leave me to cry tears of blood
sew my mouth
sew my soul
sew my heart
kill me with kindness
kill me with love
kill me...just kill me
YOU ARE READING
Short stories
RastgeleIts little short stories I came up with out of no where (lies they came from my daydreaming) Shut it past me ('s not my fault you lied) ...shut up
