I hate the sad smile on my mum's face
everytime she enters my room and sees me,
sorrounded by music that calms my demons,
while reading, writing, drawing and
hiding from the outside world.
I hate it so fucking much.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Overthinking
PoetryUna tormenta de pensamientos que rondan en mi cabeza. <<Las lágrimas caían, pero estas se confundían con la lluvia...>>