Love is not a bandage to cover up your wounds.

I won't say I won't cry,
that my heart won't die,
and that I won't change inside.

Jan 2

I reach out to find nothing. I reach inward and still nothing. So I look upward but see only stars that remind me of the stars in the eyes that put me in this place, making me cringe. So I look downward and shuffle my feet as I go in this sick game. Called life.

Posted at 5:07 PM Tagged: life