"Silly child, happy is nothing but an idea. An idea that can never be reached."
When did the world become like this. A black and whit photo with pops of red. A place of dark corners and turns that lead to something worse.
Why are we like this, why are we so sad. Why do the worst people get the best lives.
Why do they think im nothing.
Please hold this rope, dont let me stray to far as i disappear.