There have been thoughts that have popped up in my mind every now and then like a dead beat dad on holidays.
There have been break downs that I hide in the fabric of my pillow case as it muffles my whimpers
There have been hidden cries for help that won't dare move past my quivering lips to keep on my mask of "I'm okay"
I'm not okay.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
There have been thoughts that have popped up in my mind every now and then like a dead beat dad on holidays.
There have been break downs that I hide in the fabric of my pillow case as it muffles my whimpers
There have been hidden cries for help that won't dare move past my quivering lips to keep on my mask of "I'm okay"
I'm not okay.
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