no,what is shared between meno,2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
and my blades
is all but a secret.
late nights, alone,
blood stained fingers and
having to replace the pillow
case in the morning,
because my parents will never know
what i have started again.
and when they see the
commercials on TV,
they silently think of me.
Not a Love StoryI've burned you to the ground with the flick of a lighter.Not a Love Story2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Whenever you tried to rebuild and salvage what could be saved (which wasn't much)
I crushed you again
You weep in the remains of your lost hopes
While others try to convince you that you're beautiful,
Not on the outside, but the inside.
They're not better than me, lying to your face
You are ugly, hideous, in your twisted reality.
And you will never be beautiful.
UntitledUntitled5 months ago in Scraps More Like This
Words are terrible when they're full of nothing.