Tired of thinking.

When I think it hurts me more then you. Its in side me, making me want to cry. The love we share. The love I want to think of. I don’t understand why I do this. It shows every where. Everyone sees it, even me. I’m sick of it, sick of everything........





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback