You knew how fragile my heart was but you decided to drop it on the ground, watching it shatter into thousands of tiny prices, and as I try to pick them up and glue the pieces back together with my shaking hands, they end up slicing my wrists on the shards. Now the blood is clouding my vision and I've lost sight of where the pieces are.
CITEȘTI
Quotes and poems
Short StoryA series of quotes some are triggering so read at your own risk
