Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.
There are millions of thoughts inside my head, and it is like each thought is actually different person. So, I am very crowded inside. Sometimes, the thoughts are too powerful and I feel my mind is melting. I tried to express this feeling through pen.