Wednesday, 7 May 2014
you tell me the worse truthful lies trying to cut me when I already bleed, unknown to you how I need. you try to feed on my guilt, but anger grows instead. And the darkness covers and grows, lost souls circle the bed. but no rest, no way. and everyday pales more, and the sky is forever gray. while tomorrow is just another day. I tell you in code that I have to go, but you will never know, I already cut myself so.