I am tired of trying to hide and run away from sadness. People treat it like it is some sort of disease, that you should get out of the blues as fast as you can.
Accept it, let me be sad. Comfort me when I cry, don't tell me to stop crying or that I shouldn't cry, no please don't say "Your face looks much better with a smile".
Allow me to express myself when I am hurt, let it rain once in a while.
[will probably add on to this later]
STAI LEGGENDO
Scrabbles
Poesiamatchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
