by Emi And as she cuts, she cries, From all the nightmares, deceit and lies. Cradling her head in her hands, She can’t help but notice her skin feels like sand. All her innocence stolen from deep within her soul, Breaking her down, leaving her half whole. Where can she go? What can she do? Nothing left in the world worth looking up to. The days are cold, and the nights are lonely, With no...
Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside of us, and...
We stopped looking for the monsters under our beds when we realized the monsters...
I am so done with lifeee
How does this work?