Dec 2012
I pick at the scars in my heart.
Again.
I feel the twitch in your fragile hands.
You just need to think this through.
Throwing down your veins.
They're empty, useless & you're hurt.
Again.
I feel the twitch in your fragile hands.
You just need to think this through.
Throwing down your veins.
They're empty, useless & you're hurt.
Tragedy
