When I am sad, I pour down so hard your umbrella will fall apart. When I am angry, my flames cannot be put out. When I am happy, I become as bright as the sun it's hard for you to look at me. But when I am broken, I cut you open so deep stitches can't even fix you, but I wish this pain I feel was something stitches could heal.
- Analysa Marie
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
When I am sad, I pour down so hard your umbrella will fall apart. When I am angry, my flames cannot be put out. When I am happy, I become as bright as the sun it's hard for you to look at me. But when I am broken, I cut you open so deep stitches can't even fix you, but I wish this pain I feel was something stitches could heal.
- Analysa Marie
