I talk myself out of suicide every day
I'm afraid that one day I won't bother
Because The reality is that no one cares unless you're pretty or dead
YOU ARE READING
Even the sky cries sometimes
PoetryI love to over think so this is what happens in result
Do you care?
I talk myself out of suicide every day
I'm afraid that one day I won't bother
Because The reality is that no one cares unless you're pretty or dead
