you hear that? its the sounds of me crying for help
you see that? its a girl who's empty
you smell that? its the stench of the girl while she takes her last breathe.
you feel that? its my heart struggling against my chest
you hear that? theres nothing
you see that? she's not breathing
you smell that? she rotted away while nobody cared
you feel that? it was the blade against her wrist.
CITEȘTI
darkened souls | depression rants | book 1 | completed
AlteleDarkened Souls; basically a depression poetry sorta thing. this book is not intended to be written to please others, not to gain attention and pity. not to make myself more depressed this is simply me jotting...
