The Heart That Keeps On Breaking...
Gasping for air;
Too intoxicated to remember how to swim.
Hoping someone reaches out their hand
And pulls me out before I sink.
4 days, 15 hours
I’m afraid of midnight
The time when strength dips
Away for a snack
Or a stroll
A cup of tea
I am left alone… 49 more words
I often call myself a cruel killer. Killer of hopes, dreams and lives!
I talk about loving a human so deeply but when it comes to a defenseless, cute animal, I forget about love and go to shop for meat-shopping! 148 more words
1 month, 3 weeks