I have to tell you something.
It's not the first time,
I have slit my wrist with my favourite knife, watch it spill over the bathtub, and then covered it up with the stickers from my collection.
It's not the first time,
I have tried to jump off from the 9th floor of that abandoned building near our playground but the guard always caught me, maybe I need to find a new building.
It's not the first time,
Love had knocked my door even before
It was bright at first and then it went to be dark and darker, it made tears rolled down somewhere beneath the skin, heart have cried and cried no one could see it.
©sarcasticbong
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
I have to tell you something.
It's not the first time,
I have slit my wrist with my favourite knife, watch it spill over the bathtub, and then covered it up with the stickers from my collection.
It's not the first time,
I have tried to jump off from the 9th floor of that abandoned building near our playground but the guard always caught me, maybe I need to find a new building.
It's not the first time,
Love had knocked my door even before
It was bright at first and then it went to be dark and darker, it made tears rolled down somewhere beneath the skin, heart have cried and cried no one could see it.
©sarcasticbong
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