I want to feel the knife in my hand, the cool metal against my skin. I want to watch the blood pour from every inch of my pale skin. I want to lie there, to feel all the hurt and heartbreak come out, hear my screams of terror and pain. I want to die, to be with the only one that ever cared.
heartbroken Juliet · Mon Oct 20, 2008 @ 09:10pm · 0 Comments |