She let him heal her But he tried to heal himself by killing her
i want to be your cliche drug.
❝her demons smelt of the cigarettes she smoked.❞ [NucleaR_StarS 2014 ©]
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
Art never came from happiness.
dreamy nicotine and deadly chemicals cloud my vision on this lonely night.
sometimes things happen and the only way to cope is with ink and a page. just a story of assorted thoughts, directly out of my journal.
