How do you look into someone's eyes and tell them that their existence makes you want to peel your skin off and pull all your hair out?
Their words hurt and cut me so deep and precise. Intentionally.
Thought and care was put into hurting me. Every peice of glasses perfectly broken to cut my very skin.
It makes my head go limp and I cry. I don't sob and I make no noise. Just simply tears stream down. They meet and intertwine with the blood on my lips.
Even though there are no scars on my me it still makes me feel better to cover up my body.
In an attempt to ensure that no one looks to closely into my eyes and sees a small scar. I don't think I could handle it.
I've lost my way and seemed to have lost the time. The trees have changed and the roses are more wistful.
Find a way or the branches will suffocate me.
