Why me?
Why am I the one hidden?
Why am I lonely?
Why do We lie?
Why do We pretend we don't hurt when we do?
We go on with the fear hidden.
The pain hidden.
There are so many things that I question.
It's human nature I’m told.
Why can’t we stop from all of the things we question?
See another question.
Stupid questions.
Stupid… It’s just stupid, stupid, and more stupid.
Rose.K
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I Loved Once
HorrorSam is 17 and has been through more than any person should ever go through. Her life has always been in the dark. Well now she is 18.
