oh marcy,
you didn't imagine it.
my façade was always cracking, you just never saw.
everything you saw was a falsity that i put up in front of other people because i didn't want them to know just how much pain i was in.
i am sad.
i am lost.
and i am so, so alone.
and it's no-one's fault but mine.
YOU ARE READING
remigrate
Teen Fiction"you imprinted yourself on me like coffee does to pages in a book, and that stuff sticks." letters from adrian. [ © donut_ 2014 ]
