eighteen thoughts.
Oh god, I felt vulnerable again.
As if no one would ever save me from this despair.
Laying on the bed like I always do,
Wishing for some dust inside my room to come save me too.
The vast amount of sadness inside me–grew like roses with thorns
How ironic it is to say,
I wish I had never been born.
© rottingirl
As if no one would ever save me from this despair.
Laying on the bed like I always do,
Wishing for some dust inside my room to come save me too.
The vast amount of sadness inside me–grew like roses with thorns
How ironic it is to say,
I wish I had never been born.
© rottingirl