I decorated each piece And every edge.
Feel the way I express my pain.
The ghosts of the past haunt me in my sleep.
Everything’s not what it seems to be or doesn’t seem to be.
As beautiful as the light that itself
Broken people are so tragically beautiful
Stay kind. It makes you beautiful.
You Are Drowning Yourself
Anyone Who Has Actually Been That Sad
The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care
