|
The second greatest tragedy of a suicide is those whom won't acknowledge it. |
|
Love didn’t make me blind |
|
I never want to hear those three words again |
|
I’ve grown roots in my bed. |
|
Within each tear, a silent teacher imparts wisdom in the language of raw emotion. Like glistening drops of insight, they trace the contours of our experiences, etching profound truths on the canvas of our existence. |
|
Within each tear, a silent teacher imparts wisdom in the language of raw emotion. Like glistening drops of insight, they trace the contours of our experiences, etching profound truths on the canvas of our existence. |
|
Within each tear, a silent teacher imparts wisdom in the language of raw emotion. Like glistening drops of insight, they trace the contours of our experiences, etching profound truths on the canvas of our existence. |
|
I miss the conversations, I miss the feeling of being understood, |
|
They say blood is thicker than water |
|
i'm not even waiting for your reply.. but please read my messages, for one last time. ???? |