(no subject)
Turn my back to you, let your screams fall to the ground. Bleeding wrists no longer make me think, numbness has replaced you. Lies told from you are that bomb about to blow up in your face. Laughing at you as you fall in the mud. I'd lend you a helping hand if only I cared enough not to want every breath to be your last. Running down the street at three a.m. Will my head ever be sound again? (Work in progress, I'll finish this later)