Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I keep dreaming of that one place. All though when I open my eyes nothing is there. All I want is a place much simpler than this. Nothing explainable is in this journal, but you should leave soon... it just gets darker. More than thid page, and more than the last I'm scary, mysteries... Millions of mysteries are held in me. Everyone I know, or used to know anyways, have all stabbed knives in my back. All I ask is for someone to pull them out, and to be real eith me, come and stitch me up! Help me! Before something bad happens to me, if you even care.... Do you?? -Tesla💔