There is no more freedom.
I am ugly, or so she says.
Worthless, her favorite word.
Broken.
She laughs when I cry.
Why?
What's wrong with me?
Am I not good enough?
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
There is no more freedom.
I am ugly, or so she says.
Worthless, her favorite word.
Broken.
She laughs when I cry.
Why?
What's wrong with me?
Am I not good enough?
