painted.

into a corner. a tight tight corner. with no way to turn. and even less room to breathe. and all i want is to go back to nothing. and to remain unnamed. and stay insane. i want chaos and i want love and i want nothing more then i can get. its all so smothering. covering. and bothering. i dont know what to do or who to ask. its been 2 hard core years since ive felt a sincere hug. a sincere love. i wish i could call her up. and apologize and promise to be home in a minute or hour or day or two. and i would be. honestly
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