Apr 2014
When I was 12,
I died,
a long,
painful death.
I wasn't buried,
in a beautiful coffin,
with roses,
and goodbye kisses.
Only with the thoughts,
of a,
perfect,
non-excisting world.
(e.k.j.)
I died,
a long,
painful death.
I wasn't buried,
in a beautiful coffin,
with roses,
and goodbye kisses.
Only with the thoughts,
of a,
perfect,
non-excisting world.
(e.k.j.)
