Truth is, me. I don't understand myself.
Maybe I wish to be lost, or not.
Maybe I wish to be hurt, to grow, or not.
An honest letter to myself, or not.
Truth is, me. I don't understand myself.
Maybe I wish to be lost, or not.
Maybe I wish to be hurt, to grow, or not.
An honest letter to myself, or not.
She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to...