Even if I say iam a good player...
Iam not.
I can't shut up my feelings.
It is what makes me human.
So I was astounded that I could fight the tears as I walked with you.
But also iam mad because you couldn't read what was before you.
You couldn't read the pain.
Couse we humans only see what is in front of us.
YOU ARE READING
100 days a thought...
PoetryLiterally me just thinking every day... In every chapter their will be one thought... Maybe some sentences or maybe just a word. It will be happy but also sad. Good and Bad times. Be my guest. Wanting: Sometimes sentences describing self-harm or bad...