Dear diary
I found out I'm fucked up in the head
No matter how many times I tried avoiding that pitch black darkness no matter how hard I don't acknowledge the emptiness in my soul...it'll always come back and consume me
The worst thing...is that I would let it I'm tired of always being the hero and maybe the villain role isn't that bad...
R.B
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust a piece of a broken soul... TW: Not for the faint-hearted people!!
