He said; get rid of your diaries, they only speak of pain. I said; I wrote because I felt. And it was better than punching someone I think.
I use words like knives and slice up your heart, but you must know I love you. I disappear to dark days and leave you stranded here, but your must know I need you. I have bruises under my skin and you must not touch them, but you must know I feel you. I hide... Continue Reading →