My hands are cold
Calloused,
Torn,
Scabbed and Burned
But still
Your gone, I lay on your grave.
Holding a flower. It’s raining
I remember your words
You told me you loved me
How has this happened
Your my safe haven
You left
Now I hide behind emotions I don’t know how to express
A disease took you from me
I wanted to be a doctor.
I wanted to cure you
But they still haven’t developed cure
Please come back
They got worse
How has this happened?
I’m hurting
Please
Please..
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC
My hands are cold
Calloused,
Torn,
Scabbed and Burned
But still
Your gone, I lay on your grave.
Holding a flower. It’s raining
I remember your words
You told me you loved me
How has this happened
Your my safe haven
You left
Now I hide behind emotions I don’t know how to express
A disease took you from me
I wanted to be a doctor.
I wanted to cure you
But they still haven’t developed cure
Please come back
They got worse
How has this happened?
I’m hurting
Please
Please..
F**k breast cancer