there are people who walk
in and out of my life
all the time
and i'm just as bad as them
because i allow them to;
i allow the scabs to fester,
the gashes to bleed,
the wounds to bruise,
and the emptiness to eat away at me;
the hurt may never numb over
and the pain may never subside
but it's better than feeling nothing
because feeling nothing feels like you died
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t h e b r o k e n o n e s
JE LEEST
sour hearts catered by hopeful souls | editing!
Poëzieshe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
