She covers the house in yellow wallpaper, hiding the brutal past that shook the foundations of the house. Her mother hidden away in an institution and her absentee father receiving the bill. Yellow; the color of the end.
She was cheap like the 99¢ Arizona Iced Tea that she was addicted to. She was burning like the joint between her finger tips. She was sweet like the strawberry lipgloss she wears. She was beautiful like the words she writes in her note books. She was addictive like the pills in her pocket. Chasity was everything mothe...
❝ she was sick of saying sorry so she said goodbye instead❞ musings of a depressed mind.
You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly