When a person uttered those four word's..I sadly laugh out loud..awkward screaming in silence..I pull my hair and continued on with the conversation..
tapping my fingers ..temples achingly banging. Heart weeping for justice.no control ..neglected anyways.but still wanting more.. lost faith in love with those four word's..this is my personal hell..twisted tales of lies and deception.no excuses for this person who holds my already broken and used up heart..shame and sadness is all what I bleed..
Love is all what I need..
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Visions Of Spookielament
Thơ cadark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
