Those little lines on my arm?
They're roads to my heart;
Every secret within them is clouded with pain;
Every mean word uttered etched upon my skin.
Not so funny anymore - go ahead, laugh;
Every insult is forever recorded;
You may forget, but I'll always remember.
Those little lines on my arm?
They're my little pet demons;
They're hungry, they're starving,
So please, feed them.
They survive on sharp words,
On insults and barbs.
Everyday they grow bigger;
Oh, aren't they just pretty?
You are their feeders, their handlers-without-care.
You are their feeders, and I am their keeper.
Those little lines on my arm?
Shouldn't you know?
They're our dirty little secret, yours and mine alone.
Okay guys,
Here is the prologue to my brand new story I will be writing. I hope you will enjoy this book. Heaps of thanks to Ashleigh for helping me decide. Luv ya mate xx
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Love is No Cure
RomanceLove is no cure! Everlyn is not like ever teenage girl, she doesn't go out to parties, she stays home studying for school, and to look after a 2 year old girl by the name Tyra. Everlyn attends school as normal, dress' in the required uniform and kee...
