relapse is just the worst.
like, you thought you were over it. you thought you had gotten a lot stronger but then bam! the feeling came back and you're just fucking hopeless and then there's another scar and then another and another and you desperately try to feel something, anything. but there's just this......numb feeling. it's not even even sadness it's just empty.
and then another angry scar.
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.
Tuesday, 4 November 2014
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