Hearts thrashed, rooms too
Broken...Dead
No life left...Only misery
The shadows of the night whisper through
To me...
Broken glass, a head full of smoke
Fogging the way...
I need a hand to guide me...
Only, there is no hand only a knife
Braking in grip and digging deep into the 2nd layer of skin
Blood flows, only making me double over in pain
I wish there were someone to bandange the wound, but the wound....Is my life
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William Blake Longenbaugh is my best friend<3

