This is the story of the curly haired boy with acid green colored eyes who lurked around dark parking lots with a lit cigarette hanging from his sour pink lips, and the girl who tainted his image for him to see exactly who he really was.

How can words possibly describe pain?

he took the razor from the cupboard and looked at his wrist full of old battle scars. " I'm sorry.." all rights reserved ( Cover by :@MediumMix )

"I smile up at Harry, and I decide that I was far too panicked for nothing. Harry was all I needed, and I wouldn't be in this alone. I have him and four other boys to help me through life, and that's all I could ask for." thanks for all the feedback. if you like it feel free to share the link around. much love xxx