4 October 2012
Sometimes I feel no ones there, how can you not hear my screams? Im loosing my voice now.. Pain is written all over my face, but you don't see. Or maybe you do, you just don't care. So words are my escape and my sanity. I write to vent, it comes from the heart. My heart just happens to be twisted and incredibly dark. How can it be pure with all these aches and marks? I want to carry on but it's hard when you're continuously hurt.
Opuss № I