flawedbutterfly

All the lights are out now.  It's quiet.  I can never stand it when it's like this.  Months and months of quietness.  I sit here.  The lamp’s broken, so's the mirror..I broke it the night I got home..that night.  He was the only one who could keep me from doing things like that..keep me from my own anger.  But now he's not here. I’d give anything to hear a whisper or just to see a silent smile. It’s driving me crazy.  My fingertips and the blades dug into the table.  Damned cheap acrylics!! Anything is better than my own flesh.  I hid the scars before.  But this time they are deeper.  They cut to the core.Just a smile!!!  I put my hands to...