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i cant erase the things ive seen.those dirty streets, that fucked up scene.my only hope is that i can livethrough these hard times with heart left to ..
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Four white walls are around meand sit there feeling death surrounding.I can't escape this morbid sense of hate.Oh God, please someone help me change m..
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you are warmthon these cold winter nights,and a much needed reliefwhen all seems astray.when you were here,i prayed the moon would stayfor just one mo..
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f**k me over.
you know you want to.
no you listen,
don’t act like this is new.
the only difference is
this time i’m giving you permis..
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I told you a secret,
a secret I didn't mean to harbor.
you see, I didn't believe,
in what I thought could never be.
but darling, you changed my mi..
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while suspended in this black abyss,
i realize im alone.
as much as i dont want to admit,
my cold heart is dead.
now we ask the real question;
di..
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cut me open.
no, i don't mind;
in fact, it helps me feel
whole.
crack me like an egg.
and watch the remains
ooze out onto the table
again.
del..
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there is a corner of my mind
that will never see the light of day.
there is a corner of my heart
that you ripped away.
there is a corner of my sou..
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surround me with your warmth,
for this place is cold.
shower me in light;
im scared of this darkness.
heal my wounds;
they are too great in numbe..
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i am nothing but a doll on a string.
letting you do the work,
i am but a few chunks of wood.
eyes of glass with a painted face.
is this any way to..
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