(Source: still-invisible)
scared
alone
scared
alone
scared
alone
scared
alone
DEAD
The thoughts come up like billboards in the highway,
Their words are different but their messages are uniform,
They say that the sun will not rise the next day,
The thoughts tell me there is no hope for me, and just me.
The images in my head pop up like advertisments.
Each as evily seductive and…
me too love, me too. but if you go, i go.
