{and now you're tearing through the pages and the ink}
And the only time she feels somewhat whole is when dope is in her head and her hand is moving the black pen faster than her beating heart.
The pages are filled with more emotions than she'd ever show and the writing is more scratches marking the paper but it shows what shes feeling and I'd take that anyday over not knowing what's in her head.
Maybe one day she'll look back at these messy words and broken hearted confessions and realize she made it. Shes finally happy.
But for now shes tearing through the pages and the ink not wanting to come to terms that this is what she feels.
She doesn't want to be that girl. The girl thats life is too messed up she writes out how she rather die than continue feeling this way.
She doesn't want to hurt anyone with the pain she feels. She's so broken that the paper she shreds up seem more fixable than her.
