a masterpiece to bring peace.
writing is the only thing that never
leaves me.
empty promises, broken bottles, shattered bones, trying their best to heal alone. words fall flat and I've had enough. they said the road would be rough but not this empty of love. I thought I'd have someone by now
to keep the thoughts down. the bad ones. the reruns of all past spilled blood and above all, to hold me together when the storm is more profound than just weather.