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
Tag: slit wrists
OBSCURING FATE FOREVER
Praying to destiny in a time; when i hate to see you smile. Granting disgust by many degrees, while dreams persist to torment me (PERPETUALLLY).