You Know... Some Of Your Words Just Cut Too Deep Mom... They Leave A Nasty Scar, Reminding Me Of How

You know... some of your words just cut too deep mom... They leave a nasty scar, reminding me of how much they hurt...

I cried and cried over everything and now I can't even shed a tear to strip myself off this agony that's been penetrating my soul for too long...

" We both know that we were so fucking doomed by the narrative yet we acted like the most blissful beings to ever exist."

The urge to be dark and mysterious

Remembering is for the weak try forgetting everything and become invincible