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if holy water could sting a sinner; that would be the pain i felt when my tears hit my cheeks and slid down my face. the tears may have dried-- but the pain and scars of them i can still feel skin deep. "what?" she said. "i didn't say anything negative." she said. "all i ever said to you was you don't have a heart." she said. i laughed until it hurt and then i cried. and people wonder why i run-- why i don't show emotions-- why i push people and love away-- yeah. the girl with no heart. who can't feel a thing-- nor the sting of her mothers words.. right? old embraces || and those || yet to come |
I loved on 06.06.03 at 1:05 am |