I am the disaster that you created, You gave me the perfectest form An exquisite exterior, But an ugly soul You gave me a weak heart And you tempt me with your sinful creations
When I was admitted to the psychiatric ward I thought that I would be surrounded by everyone suffering from the same sickness”shallow as it may sound I wanted comfort in hoping that I would be surrounded by those who understood the overwhelming pain that those around me failed to.
She ruffled through her purse looking for those lingering pieces of glass from last night, hoping the edges are not too dull by now. She pressed the sharpest edge down her wrist, hoping to draw some blood seeping through.