I don't tell,
I don't talk about it,
So it's all bottled up .
My head is my own personal hell
YOU ARE READING
Words left unsaid
RandomThis little book is my outlet. Words I never said, but wanted to. Because some thoughts are small in size, but miles in meaning.
Bottled up
I don't tell,
I don't talk about it,
So it's all bottled up .
My head is my own personal hell
