MAYA | 17 | MERMAID. There is no pain you are receding A distant ship's smoke on the horizon You are the only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
"Tell them it's me who made you sad Tell them the fairytale gone bad"
When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb