i was a fairy with broken wings

and i gave away my kissess and my heart in one night. I closed my eyes and drove fast into the wall.


4 years later the blood is still drying up on the walls. My fingers ache with the fanthom pain of your missing hand. My lips were burning for five seconds of a memory.

It's not this hard most days
I'm not excussing it.
Today was so rough.
I wore my custome and tried to cheer for myself.
Only to give in to a stupid impulse
and to remember ...
and to want to forget.

I'm not crying for anyone but me. Not letting the feeling be won't allow it to be gone.

For tomorrow, they say

which is what is keeping me here today