Once I died, many years ago. But not in the way you think. I used to be a little girl who loved pink dresses and had a loud laugh. Now I hide my sorrows, smother them in leather jackets and too much eye makeup. But I have always wondered, how I ended up like this, like what happened to that little girl? How did my mind end up getting so fucked up? How is it possible to hurt this much?
Girl with the fucked up mind xxx
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts
AcakI have been through hell and back. I really don't know when it all started but I have been penning the pain down for years so I thought I would share. My advice if you are going to that hell is simple walk through it like you own the place. Here som...
