• It’s over

    by  • April 15, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Abuse • 0 Comments

    Your heart breaks, and my tears fall, when your knuckles hit the nearby wall. I slid the blade across my skin, wondering, “when will all this end?” You took a drink, didn’t stop to think, and you called my number drunk. Crying, screaming–never ceasing. Always lying, never trying, and all the while our love is dying; To believe or not believe. All I feel is hurt and pain, I’m lost with no direction. Hateful words were all you said, till all you heard was silence.

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