The thoughts they creep in the back of mind sitting waiting for the thing I dread the most they know that I week they attack I attack i should say it's me but the words the thoughts they hurt but it's me and that's the worst you let the words that come from yourself hurt the worst what since does that make these girls acting like they don't have these thoughts they have to with the way they were thought who raises there child to prey on people that are "not as good as them "
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Broken little life poems for the broken
PuisiWriting to hep people who might feel like I do or people that need comfort if you need to talk just message me and I'll listen
