• Late Night Thoughts •
I'm hurting, and theirs no one to soothe my pain.
Just one slice, and I'll be alright.
It's bare now, but soon it'll be full of the marks you made me do.
Perfect.
That's all I want to be, or at least in the eyes of the people who want me to be. But, I'm not, I'm useless, and weak. Too tired to push back anymore, to tired to retaliate.
I'll disappear soon anyway...
-LondonHearshey.
Monday, 4-23-18 12:52
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My words of despair
Poésie•Something I've got to get off my chest. Dedicated to anyone who feels the same. All mine unless told otherwise. Question: Does it ever stop hurting? Answer: •NOT FOR THE FAINT OF THE HEART! I don't want anyone doing anything because of this. This i...
