A smack round the face and a slit on my wrists… everyday ends like this…
I live a life of misery and hate, I dream of being loved and safe.
I’m so sick of my heart leading me places where there can be no a happy ending
I’d rather chew on broken glass than keep on living…
I’m not going to change who I am for other people.
One should forgive one’s enemies, but not before they are hanged.
When will people understand that words can cut as sharply as any blade, and that those cuts leave scars upon our souls