The feeling of never being good enough is not like a wind. Where it comes, destroys, and then leaves.
It's a hurricane. It stays like a visitor. Destroys you like a fake friend. Stabs you like your brother and buries you like a mom.
-© Darkpit.
It's a hurricane. It stays like a visitor. Destroys you like a fake friend. Stabs you like your brother and buries you like a mom.
-© Darkpit.