broke, and souled out. i stopped talking to anyone, a sick fuck i was known to everyone. sat alone, talked alone, judged and discricriminated by everyone. i was a huge talk, without doing anything. i focused on guitar. it was the only really think keeping me in place and it was okay. she was happy, and it made me feel better that she was. but i was the one to blame and it didnt left my head and kept reminding me and then the image of scars and tears haunted me as i pressed on the strings and gritted my teeth holding back the same tears she had. my fingertips, practicly purple. eyes red, and throat hurting. i let the guiat fall to the floor and stared and my arms in dissapointment and disgrace.
