Here we go Sparkypaws ♡♡
Why can't this paper heart ever get enough?
Why can't this torn mind find rest?
Why is reality a bully in my head?
Family are those
who know that the world
inside your head is too real
Family , family
You do not know me , cause
It's not green gardens I'm growing
I'm only ripping out the weeds
to make my mind look presentable
This is not a green greeting
I am
dreading dreaming
No one hears
a weakling's weeping
YOU ARE READING
Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
