not even a bullet to the heart will hit me as hard as this world already has. so, i write. i put my pain into words. sometimes i debate using my blood as ink. maybe then they'll understand that i'm not okay.
not even a bullet to the heart will hit me as hard as this world already has. so, i write. i put my pain into words. sometimes i debate using my blood as ink. maybe then they'll understand that i'm not okay.
"I stare at the moon,then I stare at you,just the two radiant celestial beings, being there for me throughout my dark lonely nights"
~ You're so perfect
From head to toe
That I feel like a Red Fla...