Somebody once told me hearts are made of glass, meant to be broken. Now I know as I dig the fragments of my innocents into my already scared skin to ease the pain.
My eyes are red as I cry, bleeding my tears, I whisper to my self that death is near.
Somebody once told me I will break, crumble under the weight of the world I try to support on my shoulders.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 1:25 PM UTC
Somebody once told me hearts are made of glass, meant to be broken. Now I know as I dig the fragments of my innocents into my already scared skin to ease the pain.
My eyes are red as I cry, bleeding my tears, I whisper to my self that death is near.
Somebody once told me I will break, crumble under the weight of the world I try to support on my shoulders.
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