She dreams of butterflies landing on her sketch pad while flowers dance in the wind beside her swinging hips.
And that cute boy she fell so deeply in love with.
And that boy that hurt her so much.
And she dreams of suicide
And blood.
An cuts and burns and pain.
And failure.
She dreams of failure.
She dreams of failure and in her dreams suicide is the only option.
Because suicide works.
Suicide takes away the pain and the hurt and the memories.
The fucking memories.
Suicide is the only way to escape.
Pain is the only way to forget.
Is what I thought.
And.
How I felt.
Until I met him.
YOU ARE READING
Into your veins
Random"I'm a disease." He whispered into her neck, "don't let me into your veins, pretty girl." But she never listened. "I'm a sinking ship." She whispered on his lips, "don't let me bring you down." But he never listened. "I need you inside my veins" s...
