I’m just a child… a person that can’t live without fear, a person that can’t live without pain. Buried in my thoughts, I live without a soul. My mind is empty and dark. My body lies motionless and bruised on the dirty floor. My wounds still bleed from last night’s beating. I stare into nothingness… Continue reading The Young and The Motionless
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i lay here on the ground of a dirty floor inside of a fithy house, i don’t know how i got here or when i’ll be able to leave, the only colour i see is red, i cant see through the dirty vision of whats inside, there is noone to help, no voice to shout,… Continue reading overdose