Closet Land →
by ~Trissacar ~Closet Land~ Closet Land in my brain All my thoughts going down the drain Closet whores and cheap make up While the Rooster drinks from a China Teacup There are endless characters all played by one And I don’t know the game perhaps there is none Government policy is breaking my body My mind is going somewhere it’s nobody I won’t sign your piece of parchment These...
galloping-thoughts: Sometimes I think The only things I’m living for Are the memories of people being excited and happy to see me
why can’t people appreciate how much effort i put into not becoming a serial killer
Is lif really worth living at this point?
At some point it becomes just life beating a teenage girl.