Bad Boy's Game

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn'...

Mental Suicide // a.i au

"What is depression like?" He whispered. "It's like drowning." "Except you can see everyone around you breathing."