I know I'm not a stranger, but i know that you won't let me in your head, and even if i try, your mind is way too cold for me to live.
All your thoughts are gathered around this rope, i still want to set you free, and all your words seem to be the death of me.
YOU ARE READING
My suicide room
Randomthis world is fucked, i take all of its bullishit out here. *This is not quite poetry, neither a diary, just thoughts that i think that are deserved to be said*
