Promises
mean nothing.
Roses
make you bleed.
I wish that
being alone
was all I'd ever need.
The persistence of pain
reminds me
that inevitability
defines me.
The hardest scars to bear
are the ones
no one can see.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 3:13 AM UTC
Promises
mean nothing.
Roses
make you bleed.
I wish that
being alone
was all I'd ever need.
The persistence of pain
reminds me
that inevitability
defines me.
The hardest scars to bear
are the ones
no one can see.
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