Author Information
My story
They say what they won’t to, yet they don’t know the pain, they don’t know that your footsteps show your story more than your eyes, the rocks in your heart that get shaken around, the broken glass inside your sole, the echos that never go away, the salty ocean that streams down your face, the words you hear flow into your ear even if the think what they say. The looks that could kill is starting to come back, for only you to be nice but to be pushed down a flight of stairs and stepped on, you head wont to control your mouth so you have to stay strong or you will lose everything that you worked for inside and out.
