Do you ever hug your pillow, laying in the dark, hugging your pillow while you silently cry? Or
do you ever just stare at the ceiling, thinking. Overthinking and you cry because of the past memories with people? And how you used to be happy? And bubbly? Now just depressed and feel like you’re useless?Crying yourself to sleep because you’re just that broken inside.Leaning against a wall in a hoodie, quiet room and cry as silent as the room is.Waking up to their warm smile and eyes.
