I’m sick of the sound of broken glass crashing to the floor with photographs of everything I once had before…blood pouring out of open wounds soon to be healed but the scars remain…and each scar changes us…
Trust is lost….lust is found…tied down by profound selfish thoughts…caught wishing things could be different…
I’m tired of not being able to see…see the evil within the ones I love…I’m tired of not being enough for all of them…especially when they make me feel like it’s my fault…but it’s time to take back my life. They’re wrong…being strong suites me..
anonymously maria 