It's Golden Hour Somewhere

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(Come on this is Sally Face, should I have to put warnings.)
I feel sick to my stomach. I wish and crave for the validation from a hammer. This hell I've been put into. The screaming and fighting I sleep to. My heart is well known yet so empty. Whyd you must leave. Eyes droopy and burning of a bright light I see.

The bright light has mustered up into a horrible sight, such a horrible sight. I'm close enough to being 6 feet under. I'm more likely to not seeing how old I mist live to. Life shouldn't do this. I should be living my life. Life is out living me. Oh I wish to see you. If I must leave ill put my light upon you to see every night. You were the only thing keeping me sane. Must I crave harm or death, for thee of this life I'm living is no longer full of happiness.

You treat hearts like scoreboards. For that first love that I've never truely experience is now gone. It hurts to think of such, just to seperate and become strangers again. Craving death so it could send a message. One touch away from getting into addiction.

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