we were the best of friends. yes, were. no longer do we spend friday nights staying up all night and bitching about life while trying to drink our troubles away. i still remember, fairly vividly, how we used to be. we shared every success… every sorrow… every pain… and every scar. when the school discovered… Continue reading … once a greenham, always a greenham …
Author: xFallenxAngelx
i wear a smile on my face, but i wear scars upon my arms; my appearance is joyful, but my soul screams out in pain. in the nighttime i sit alone, tears flowing down my face; the tears are the mercury that poisons my mind. truly i am a fallen angel, a vision of black and of white.
maybe… sometimes… such fragile words…
all alone… i sit and stare at the shifting screen of my computer… i watch my words unfold before my eyes. i always wonder if those are my own thoughts, my own words, or if maybe someone is playing a horrible trick on my mind. after all, i guess i could be under the mere… Continue reading maybe… sometimes… such fragile words…