Do you know what it feels like,
Loving someone every single day...
Andromache
Dragged over the field went your man of such...
Sneaking into emptiness of fear,
haunting queries of the night...
With the skill of a surgeon
wielding a feather edge scalpel...
One, two, three,
she counts the cuts that...
From afar a wolf cries--
echoing mournfully...
Only you have the power
To do what you do...
I'm still struggling to remember
the moments we once shared...
Scars,
on her wrist...
I lack that self confidence that everyone needs.
I lack that belief that I can succeed...
My friends are my family
i cut myself to see if i can still bleed...
For how long would a boat be tossed into the
ocean before it settles on a tender destination...