𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 ✔

🌻 | 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

i.

Another note about me:

ii.

I will strive to be nice until every atom in my body aches,

because no one deserves to be as tragic as I feel.

The emptiness inside my chest screams;

pleading to be released from its bone-white cage.

I don't give it the key to unlock its chains.

iii.

Every time I let darkness radiate off me like a cloud,

I hurt the people I care about.

My internal tsunami threatens to sweep away everything in its path.

iv. 

I won't let it. 

Not anymore.