i want to talk about it
with someone,
but it never seems to be a good time
for anyone.
YOU ARE READING
penny for your thoughts
Poetryit's hard to explain the incomprehensible and overwhelming emotion, and lack of emotion, that I've been bearing for so long on my own. you can't fathom the inability to move, speak, eat, think, or even see clearly in this time of irregularity. all I...
~ imploding ~
i want to talk about it
with someone,
but it never seems to be a good time
for anyone.
