Venting out.
On people.
On paper.
On thoughts.
On words.
I feel so so alone.
YOU ARE READING
Just out of reach
PoetryBits and pieces of my broken heart poured into words. Random thoughts running on my mind out of which some doesn't even make sense to me. Some real and some fictional. You never know the difference between them two. Cover by @ZaraCrimson315
