February 2012
Anonymous asked: would you be my valentine?
Rain
You are the rain on my skin. The rain falling near the window You are the time that is lost, Late yet not a care in the world. Because the world is here.
The world is now.
I'm broken and once you see that you'll leave....
Nobody cares. Who fucking would though I'm fucking...
Every time I get angry I just want to hurt myself so bad.
I have no one to talk to, no one who will listen. I don’t blame them anyway, they often fall in the line of fire. I’m just so angry it hurts, and I don’t even know why. I just feel like crying and I don’t want to fucking cry.
January 2012
