Since it's not your shoulder that I would be able to cry on, It's the sleeves of your hoodie that my tears would drip on ©Winter Girl

Cries atleast once in a day..

Convincing not at my best Confusing at my best It's just not my thing Once or twice and no more than that I'm drowning in the voices of my mind I'm so sick of hearing them all the time Can't find myself I lost myself Feel like crying and dying Shatter a glass and cut [...]