Hate flows out of my skin
the ignored feeling makes my heart beat harder
Pain runs out of my eyes and rolls down my cheeks, burning ever so lightly
the ignored feeling makes my heart beat harder
Pain runs out of my eyes and rolls down my cheeks, burning ever so lightly
Love?
What of it?
Do I need it?
Of
couse
I
do
Of
couse
I
do
Will I ever feel it?
Probably not.
Probably never.
Probably never.
love is an overused, cliche word
It no longer carries a definate meaning.
[insert a cracked heart with stitches saying "unhappy vallentine's day" here]
