i hate the serious conversations.
the expression of feelings
dew starts to collect within the corner of my eyes
a lump that grows in my throat
jaw clenched so tight it must be pried open
why speak…when rather i could hide.
i hate growing up.
i hate the serious conversations.
the expression of feelings
dew starts to collect within the corner of my eyes
a lump that grows in my throat
jaw clenched so tight it must be pried open
why speak…when rather i could hide.
i hate growing up.