Louise <3

All of these lines across my face. Tell you the story of who I am. So many stories of where I´ve been. And how I got to where I am. But these stories don´t mean anything. When you´ve got no one to tell them to.

You see the smile that´s on my mouth. It´s hiding the words that don´t come out. And all of my friends who thinks I´m blessed. They don´t know my head is a mess. No, they don´t know who I really am. And they don´t know what I´ve been trough.

/Louise ♥