Apr 7
I can’t move.
The weight is everywhere.
It presses into my chest
Like even the dirt want me to stop existing.
I screamed until my throat bled.
No one answered.
No one remembered.
I guess they moved on.
The weight is everywhere.
It presses into my chest
Like even the dirt want me to stop existing.
I screamed until my throat bled.
No one answered.
No one remembered.
I guess they moved on.
one of my biggest fears is being buried alive
