Sorrow and Self-destruction. Emptiness and Pain. Fear and Anger. Confusion and Frustration. Cuts and Burns. Scars and Stratches, and Im dead inside but I still have a pulse. So whats wrong with me?!
This is most definitely a poem. Sincere and honest. Maybe it's just the "glass half-full" part of me speaking, but maybe the question you should be asking is "what's right"? I would tell this speaker, that their pulse is a reminder, that no matter how dark times may be, there's always something that's worth holding on to. ~Miss Lewis
This is most definitely a poem. Sincere and honest. Maybe it's just the "glass half-full" part of me speaking, but maybe the question you should be asking is "what's right"? I would tell this speaker, that their pulse is a reminder, that no matter how dark times may be, there's always something that's worth holding on to. ~Miss Lewis
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