When I am lying on the floor, crying out my life, With wounds in my side like a knife, Would he bother to care for me? Would he bother to stop, to even see? I feel so incomplete right now, It’s burning me up, and I only wonder how, How could he ever love me… Continue reading Answer Me.
Tag: living my life
‘Norm’
Theres always post upon post of people complaining about being labelled. Be it goth, punk, freak, or just a free spirit, a deviation from the going ‘norm’ automatically attracts a label, no matter what you may say and do to justify yourself, you label them just as much.
I’m not crazy just euphoric
I am looking down at myself. My body feels so light and the sky is so crowded with these crimson bullets. I can barely keep my eyes open. The heroin is dominant over the blood in my veins. It’s in my head and I am happy.
I’m not crazy just euphoric
I am looking down at myself. My body feels so light and the sky is so crowded with these crimson bullets. I can barely keep my eyes open. The heroin is dominant over the blood in my veins. It’s in my head and I am happy.