Am I too honest or are other people not used to it? Am I numb in all actuality or utter words of happiness for maybe I will be? Am I heartless to see no one but myself because I think I’ve been beat down enough? You see my thoughts are
Why is it that even after knowing about his ways I still find him whole?
I have an orchid plant. when I first got it, it had six blooming orchids. They’re very sturdy plants, strong. Can withhold a ton a shit. I don’t know what to do. It started withering. bit by bit. a petal fell at a time and no matter what I did
your putrid soul spread into me and I can never scrub my self clean again