Sunday, 12 April 2015
never too much.
The shadows of doom, while your uniform hangs and taunts you, "it should be you, hanging here" it says. I don't know how to reply as I question will i sleep tonight, and can I make it through tomorrow. Every smile hides the dark and were evil lurks. And everyday it gets harder to carry the burden of hurt. But maybe someone will be kind enough to help me to pick up the fragments of a broken heart, but maybe karma thinks other wise.