when you walk in into somebody's life
make sure you won't walk out when they're at their worst
the wall around their heads they've been building their whole lives
might crumble down
and when the walls crumble,
the sharp chunks might stab their already troubled minds.
And that will open those deep wounds that had slowly healed before.
And the bleeding will start all over again
this time with no bandages to stop the blood from seeping out.
And that hurts
Goddamnit just trust me that fucking hurts
I can't get the words out of my mouth clearly, but my fingers dance on the keyboard effortlessly, as if the words weren't at the tip of my tongue, but rather at the ends of my fingertips. My words swim in my blood. That's why the keypads are bathed in red velvet blood.
Wednesday, 3 April 2013
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