These little voices in my head... They like to talk to me.
About life. About death. Even about trivial things.
But as soon as I mention something like "love", places where I cut just burn. It made me want to take my knife and dig out whatever that was causing me such pain.
And all I wanted to talk about was how love was nothing but a waste of time.
YOU ARE READING
Darkness reprieve
Non-FictionFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.
