underneath the skin there’s a human buried deep within there’s a human and despite everything i’m still human but i think i’m dying here
It’s been a while since we’ve met. Your face looks good. You got prettier, though you were always beautiful in my eyes. But today you look a bit different. You look especially a bit cold. Your eyes that look at me are filled with pity. In front of you, I seem smaller. I tried to be fine, trying to change the subject Though I had so much I wanted to ask you. You cut me off right away. Your long hair flowing. As it hit my cheek and passed away. You turn away and left right away…
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Your existence has become an incurable illness for me
baby, i’m not a monsteri think i’m sick
i'm not aMONSTER
