I fear...
That you will leave me and I will constantly have that one reoccurring dream. Oh you know the one where I'm on one side of the glass and you're on the other. But, you can't hear me no matter how hard I scream and I can hear you. I can hear all the vile things you have to say and I can't stop it.
YOU ARE READING
Slowly Fading
Poésie*Collection of poems, fears, letters, short stories* Don't ask me why I want to die, I don't even know myself Copyrights to Readingwithunicorns ©️
