And then I fell to my knees, with the awful, awful, awful realisation that the only people in the world who were obligated to love me didn't love me at all.
That kind of pain changes you. It doesn't make you stronger. It makes you want to tear your skin apart and set yourself on fire. It makes you want to numb yourself with pills and smash your head against walls.
That kind of pain doesn't make you stronger. It makes you want to kill yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc
