I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
I feel like my veins are about to… My lips are lacking. They’re incomplete, only half of a… My body is begging. It’s dying to be touched, to be fe…
You don’t love me, but that’s okay, I understand. It only makes sense. Someone like you, so beautiful,
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that
I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
These scars won’t come off no matt… Unlike dirt or mud, that simply disappear with a bit o… this filth that covers my skin is… A kind that is not so easily remov…
It would be my honor, to kiss those lips of yours though they’ve left many bruises. To hold those hands of yours,
Maybe it was was the 7 sleeping pi… but last night I woke up at 1:36… with the overwhelming feeling that… None of my attempts to stop the bu… Eventually,
