Poem
Mood: Depressed...Doomed...Unloved
Listening to: The Killers
Just to see how people react...I'm going to put a poem I wrote on here.
She cuts on the inside, in the places she hides. She bleeds out all emotion, it heals her like a magic potion. But they don't see her scars, invisable like daytime stars. At the night you can see...She gives in to her mortality. Her pillow is wet with tears she couldn't cry, her head is whispering for her to bleed herself dry. She can't listen and she can't feel, there is no way for her to heal.
Oh how that hit home with me. Thank you. I loved it.