Why do we keep it inside? Bottle it up?
Why can't I find a way out, though I search tirelessly?
Why can't I feel?
Am I just imcompetent? Lacking of the skills nessarary?
I do not want to be
Me.
YOU ARE READING
The Falling Droplets
PoesíaJust depression about the world and stuff ^-^ (I don't own the picture on the the cover)
