From the broken home she still lives.
She goes out as if her home is perfect.
She goes out with her wide smile, then she pretends to be fine.
She goes home tired, straight to her bedroom then she cries
"What an unfair world I live in?" She whispered inside the dark and cold room she's in.
--jeannery a.
♡
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
From the broken home she still lives.
She goes out as if her home is perfect.
She goes out with her wide smile, then she pretends to be fine.
She goes home tired, straight to her bedroom then she cries
"What an unfair world I live in?" She whispered inside the dark and cold room she's in.
--jeannery a.
♡
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