You don't look like her
The lovely little girl who laughs at the sun
The dew on fresh grass
You are the girl who hides behind the dark side of the moon
You are the tears left unshed
Wilting flowers on a week old grave
You are not who they see
But you are
Me
YOU ARE READING
There Is A Hell.
Poetry(No, this has nothing to do with Bring Me The Horizon) This is not a story. This is a collection of poems and thoughts (some by me, and some gathered by various sources) about depression, sadness, etc. Warning: contains mentions of self-harm, sui...
