I don't even know what my state is. What I want,what I need,how I behave or what I should say. Then how I even expect someone to read my messy state?
I hate what I have been.
I hate what I am.
I hate what I am becoming.
This is just not me just understand.
YOU ARE READING
So Scattered
RandomThere are things that come crawling in the darkest solitude hours of bleak nights. They crawl under our skin and along our spine that follows the falling apart of worlds. They come alive in our hate, thrive in our screams. They things, do not have...
