P̶h̶o̶t̶o̶ t̶a̶k̶e̶n̶ b̶y̶ m̶e̶
The glass shielding my heart broke into tiny pieces that can't be put back together. They cut at my skin, making scars. Crimson red ran down my arm and onto the now red carpet. Tears rolled down uncontrollably, they stained my flushed cheeks. Words, they control me. They push me around, abuse me. Feeling nothing, my heart is black. It holds no emotion, it only carries sin. The words shoot daggers and throw bombs, when I only have is a blade. The blade that cuts every inch of my skin, the very blade that made me feel feeling again. My love for him was strong, but not as strong as the words that wonder my long term. I can't run forever, but it's the only think that is keeping my sane....
