Somedays all you can do is sit in bed.
Somedays all you can do is turn your music so far up in hope of blocking out the thoughts and yelling outside the door.
I just hope that someday I won't have to turn my music up so loud to drown everything out, that I can just turn my music up so loud because I want to not because I need to.
~E.M.C
Hurt Beyond Repair.
By disorderpoetry
Hurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you wo... More