back to how things were
grabbing the closest sharpest object
draging it across my bare naked skin.
What was i thinking about?
Why am i going backwards?
The feeling of emptyness consuming me.
So now im siting here thinking about the pain
i need a smoke
i want a drink.
Back again my evil thoughts of self mutalation,
wanting to grab the inner demon
wanting to rip it out.
now im going
i need a smoke.
gemma is too beautiful inside and out and should never feel sad or lonely or hurt or depressed. .x.x.x.x.