Looking at the broken reflection.
The shell of what used to be, the beauty wilted and withered away leaving nothing but the empty self loathing scars behind. They don't heal, they won't fade, they just stay open...seething, empty, unhealing in the vastness of their depth. Drown in the life that used to be and is now no more, bleed to the tune of satisfaction nothing is ever true and just. All that remains is the lie of happiness.
· Thu Mar 19, 2015 @ 04:26am · 0 Comments