Listening to her sob
Is like listening to a hammer
Pounding away at my heart
The peices settel in my stomach
As heavy as iron.
I cant imagine why
She would put her pain before mine
I would do anything to help her.
But i cant do what she wants.
The salt stains on her pillow
Her clothes
And her hands
Are all my fault.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Listening to her sob
Is like listening to a hammer
Pounding away at my heart
The peices settel in my stomach
As heavy as iron.
I cant imagine why
She would put her pain before mine
I would do anything to help her.
But i cant do what she wants.
The salt stains on her pillow
Her clothes
And her hands
Are all my fault.
