Tuesday, April 18 @12:25 AM
porcelain doll lays in bed.the story plays itself over and over in her head when she's alone in bed at night,when sadness tugs her inside out and flings them into her face,when tears roll down her cold and pale cheeks for no reason at all.she cannot take the heart pain anymore.she draws the knife across her gentle skin,blood tickles down.she's feel alive once again.some blood will never wash away.some wounds will never heal.-alicia.