I never was one of that guys who tried to be different.
Because that's not what I want.
I never wanted to be like "another person".
I just wanted to be like them.
Wanted to be like her.
The girl with the blonde hair.
The nice body : big ass , flat stomach , great boobs ....
Beautiful face.
I wasn't in love with her.
I was just like .... Want to be her.
Want to have her life , her body , her family , her non sense problems.
Yesterday this girl died alone in her closed room.
Her hands were cold and white.
Just as her face.
The only color in the dark picture of her death , was the red of her blood , that slowly dropped from her wrist to the floor.
YOU ARE READING
Nothing. Just my soul in words.
PoetryNichts wichtiges. Keine Geschichte. Gedichte Gedanken Sprüche Bilder Videos Nichtregelmäßig Kommentare / Meinungen / wünsche etc. erwünscht Sorry fur mein schlechtes Englisch A Part of your soul is not as expensive as a part of your heart. But...
