i don't know where to start,
it's killing me inside.
"everything is fine",
was it really?
let me ask you,
how are we going to act like nothing's wrong?
when all of the problems are laid out in front of us so clearly,
yet, we were so blind towards it.
we don't know where to start.
all these words left unsaid,
hanging over my head.
YOU ARE READING
butterflies flames
Randomare we real? or are we just actors living through our lives with no true purpose?
