No trust
altogether threatened, by the blankness of the page, a deer caught in the headlights of its own making, stilled by the fear which i bleed into the pages, while evreyone around me goes on believing that i am fearless, last night i cried into my pillow, like a child who cannot sleep, wracked in the guilt of transgressions sooner felt than seen, reality washing over me in waves of tears noone sees, belive then it is true, that I am altogether a tangled up mess of a girl, i should wear blue today,... Sign in to see full entry.