I dream't I killed myself.
Screamed for help,
But you couldn't find me.
Why didn't you look?
They say "push through it",
The future will be better.
But in order to live in the future
We must build off our broken past.
Why wont you love me?
Don't you see what I see in the mirror,
Or am I really looking into a mirage?
Was my progression from childhood distorted
(
Read more... )