she traps herself within a web of lies, lies that she, herself, has knitted together. and now she's caught in her own web.
she dug her own grave.
and there's nobody there with a pair of scissors or a shovel.
YOU ARE READING
smile, my love
Poetrybut the world is cruel. it will shatter you, make you feel so insecure, make you feel so very sorry, you will think of ways to leave, to stay or to simply s u r v i v e. but you must go on. so, please. smile, my love. * *...
