My mind is a locked window,
Do you dare to come in?
Insides a little messy.
My thoughts are a little Hazy.
In the counter to your right, there's a pile of unspoken thoughts.
To your left, is the constant overthinking and the flashbacks of the past.
Down the hallway is a river of tears, where a girl hangs out but has only cried for years.
if you look at the ceiling, all you see is cracks.
Ones that are patched, and ones that are ready to cave in.
Enter at your own risk.