Lungs flatten out
Like burnt pancakes.
And the fault of that is;
I'm not made of glass.
And no one
Knows I'm suffocating.
3/11/16
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
Lungs flatten out
Like burnt pancakes.
And the fault of that is;
I'm not made of glass.
And no one
Knows I'm suffocating.
3/11/16