Each day there is less and less to save
She's drinking me into an early grave.
She doesn't see it
The scars she's making
Hope for a mother has been lost
But at what cost?
Couldn't I lie one more time
Scrub away the grime
Tell you it's okay....
I'm fine.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Collect Me
Poesía"Maybe dreams stay dreams so that the nightmares will still feel worse than reality...." A collection of works in her forbidden hours, raw and new. I'm not a particular fan of collection pieces, but it's been highly requested so.. I'm going to try.
