writings → november
Why is it still
So hard to breathe
When I
Just beg to be
Gagged and cut
To feel something
Trickle down my thighs
Why do I
Always go back
To where it hurts
The most
When I
Want to
Carve
My skin
Obliterate..
everything..
that I might have..
ever done..
for you
24.11.09
January 8th, 2010 at 17:51
Something’s missing.
Yé pour quand ton prochain texte ? X)
January 8th, 2010 at 18:48
J’en ai plein, suffit de les taper! =D
January 12th, 2010 at 17:21
Pour une raison obscure, je n’étais pas connectée lorsque j’ai répondu à ton commentaire..