Waiting for the light
to shine through.
The cracks of broken glass
I've become accustomed to living in.
I'm not really sure how to feel Anymore.
Like screaming help in a room full of deaf people. This is starting to feel hopeless.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
Waiting for the light
to shine through.
The cracks of broken glass
I've become accustomed to living in.
I'm not really sure how to feel Anymore.
Like screaming help in a room full of deaf people. This is starting to feel hopeless.
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