every night,
i cry
and cry
trapped in my thoughts
so much
false hope,
so many
lies,
so
young;
"my life is a mess."
so write it out.
and that is what i'll do.
this is how i became the way i am:
YOU ARE READING
my life is a mess.
Romancetrue happenings. nothing exaggerated. just trying to understand life.
