| Trash...
innocent eyes and a polluted mind.
cruel images hide behind the soft face of the disurbed.
with fair skin that leaves no trace of the stares it receives.
unseen scars grasp the core of her mind, covered up by the pleasant smile presented before your eyes.
DO YOU JUST NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TO? MAYBE I CAN HELP YOU FEEL BETTER...JUST TRY TALKING TO ME, NO MATTER WHAT THE PROBLEM, WHAT THE SITUATION SOMETIMES YOU JUST NEED SOMEONE......WHY CAN'T IT BE ME? |
