Recently I had to admit something to myself...
I am a lot like a rose made of glass that is slowly falling apart petal by petal
I am fragile, unique and easily broken
people prove that everyday words cracking my beautiful glass exterior and slowly seeping in with out me ever noticing until late at night my eyes are clouded by words and actions that pour out of me as warm salty tears no one knows how many nights I've stayed up tortured by my memories
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What's In My Head
RandomJust the random thoughts of a depressed suicidal self harming individual
