I see my reflection in a broken memory. Its plays in my head - TopicsExpress



          

I see my reflection in a broken memory. Its plays in my head just like a eulogy I cut myself on the broken shards of my sanity Lost within my very own private hell. Smiles are replaced with scars that time leaves with each day. Love fades into emptiness, Silence consumes everything... Until there is nothing left to give. What used to be home is now just another place to rot away. People I love become part of this disease that I hate. I carve epitaphs into the walls around me, and I long for the days when I was still alive.
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 12:12:55 +0000

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