I hate the feeling of being taken control.
Smiling hard on the outside, meanwhile, dying hard on the inside.
Lost, Restless, Sad. No idea what to do alr.
I need your reassurance.*
Relieve me please.
Memories is such a dangerous thing. It just keeps pushes tears of anguish out of my eyes. Tired, but I can't stop to keep myself awake, Panting... Yet I can't hear myself breathing. I am still, Motionless, yet I'm falling... Into the darkness of this vulnerable life.
CSSY
You never know how much your life has changed, till you look into the past & see who you were.
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