as the night unfolds,
i scribbled my thoughts into words
i never thought i’d write.
for those whose hearts are filled with fear,
those who think and feel deeply,
this one’s for you.
Don’t you know that nothing’s really ever beautiful
We’re all just broken windows
What you see depends from where you set your eye
I could see my blood on the floor
Or it might just be a
Roserose by eaJ
*usually these will be the opening sentence, followed by each individual’s struggles or complaints.
i know to some people, the things i listed above won’t compare. but i have no intention to compete and find out who’s suffering the most, so please don’t take this the wrong way. i know that we’re all fighting our own battles in different ways (often times, silently).