I wish he knew… It’s not him…
He knows why I want to cut but he blames himself… I lost what raised me… I wish he could understand but he can’t he’s almost forgot it even happened… I haven’t… she reminds me every night in my sleep every time I look in the mirror, or see a mother with her little girl… going to the mall and seeing a mother and her daughter and the daughter having this “fuck My Life” look when I would die to have that back… to have those moments with her again…
I want her back…
About me
In my world,It's not about you nor I,
It's all about the kissing lie,
A exausting sigh,
Leave me here to die,
Kiss my cold lips to sleep,
Take my love in a leap,
We'll cuddle and count the sheep,
Till I fall into my deep hole,
and you take my heart in Whole.
