“When you close your eyes and you go to sleep
And it’s down to the sound of a heartbeat
I can hear the things that...
I just can’t seem to pull myself out of the hole tonight. WHy in the hell can I not make my brain understand. I shouldn’t have to ASK the people I was born with to love me. It’s so empty. How can anyone else love me if my own blood rejects me.
I would love one! But to say I would prefer it, leaves something sounding selfish. I would love any stamp from you. :)