Sunflowers and dandelions.
Please help me, I'm crying. I haven't done that in years. Help me dry up my tears.
Outside the sun is beaming.
But inside this house, I'm screaming. I'm so sick of living in fear. Please help me dry up my tears.
And sometimes, the high tide goes away. And sometimes I feel better that day.
But other times, winter is taking its part. And I'm still tearing myself apart.
Sunflowers, and dandelions.
I'm so sick, of all this lying.
I'm still, I'm still crying.
I feel like I'm dying.
And the worlds still spinning on an axis of twenty three degrees.
And still... no one cares about... me.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomI won't update always on this. It will be more just little stories and poems, whims in my mind. 😊☺️
