“All I want to do now is to cry.
To fill my lungs up to its tip and drown and die.
I think it’s better than not being able to say what you want to say,
first because you don’t have the voice,
and second because you don’t want to hurt anyone.”
Hey You, Stranger!
By orcusterra
Sometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen piec... More