And with those words, audibly, the frozen part of your heart crumbles.
I am only trying to figure out who I am.
heartbreak, nature’s bleach
it crumples you like plastic
in a masquerade of typhoid
sickening destruction waiting
ready-made pies for eating
awful, sick, cruel despair
you sit alone in most places
waiting for the world to turn
like a firework on Fourth of July
Every picture tells a story about something..
Everything’s just a blur
There’s always a boy out there faking a smile so know one would know and no one would ask. That boy just might be…me.