Things that happen - i can't talk about them, can't write about them.
But there are feelings and emotions that can'r be forgotten.
They haunt me and stalk me every second of the day.
They follow me around like a cloud abouve my head
Then it snows and i cry with the snow.
At least then people can't see and realize.
And then there is only music and history coursework. with the storm cloud above me.
Always. Always.