My hands
Piercing pain. Hard to breathe, again. Thrusted and came. I'm on the bedside, tired and pale. I've been crying since 10, I've been sad for a long time now. When I ask myself why, I just stay still and try not to cry... But these tears have to go So I curl up in a ball and just be. I don't feel valued. I don't feel important. Why am I still here?














