rebeca

Love every little thing about you.

Say everything you want to say.

Noises smashing the thin walls - walls embodied in sickness and tension

The abuse.

Night, I think, I drop everything, the pressure.

The reflection of my instability in my dirty mirror, I embody myself in a broken margin of empty emotions.

I provoke the impossible, drowning hope in realism, I'm drying for your attention inside.

And I don’t get it, i’ll never do.