dear you,
the amount of nights you've caused where i laid emotionless and empty.
the amount of nights where i laid contemplating life. where only i could feel the tears rolling off my cheeks. where my pillows were covered in rhythms of loud sobs. where only the moon felt pity for a sobbing mess.
where my mind went insane.
the amount of nights,
only i know.
v.r
YOU ARE READING
The Last Letters Of Vanessa
Poetryin which vanessa rose writes her suicidal letters, specifically to her bully. cover by @atolla
