I hope you don't feel the way you did when you took a blade to your wrist the other night. It takes a lot for a person to reach such a low point, they'd cause more damage to themself. I'm sorry you felt that way. I know you don't love me and I know you see me as a reminder of all the wrong you've done, but I'll always be waiting for you to change your mind. With open arms, I'll be waiting.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
this is the dirty truth.
PoetryAs if rope could bind my wrists together so perfectly, so could this.