Little Monsters

There was hardly any feelings of love exchanged. Tearing up inside is what i'm best at. It's too hard to bring myself to conjure up any emotion and express it. I just sit there staring at the empty walls i'm confined within and expect magic to happen. Dreaming too much can have it's bad side I suppose, as with me, coming back to reality breaks me. I know deep inside that things will never change, yet on the outside I cannot simply bring myself to take action.