Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
staring in the mirror, my hands graze the bruises upon my body. each touch is like a stab to my very own heart.
my hands shakily clutch the shirt behind me, but i give up and throw it back down to the floor.
he inflicted pain on me and her so inflict pain upon myself. this only made me angry.
letting out a startling cry, my fists hit glass.
- i watch it break.
YOU ARE READING
sad hearts! ( in the mind of messy boy )
Diversos' i am not okay and i wonder if i ever will be. ' mature theme, possible triggers at some points.
