lock.
place.
cut.
blood.
cry.
to: andrea
from: unknown number
Cutting your skin,
and dripping blood,
won't scare the pain away.
It won't certainly,
Bring your mother back,
Or help her,
Rest.In.Peace.
YOU ARE READING
Cuts.
Povídkyi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
