What if I couldn't keep the hurt inside?
If the pain I feel couldn't be hidden by a smile,
if it was there for all too see and couldn't be buried.
What if I am as ugly as the thoughts in my head...
Would you still love me.
Would you hold my hand.
Kiss me?
Could you even look me in the eye?


Couple months old.
Conceived and drawn one of my drunk/angsty moods. Resubmitted for your viewing pleasure.