It's not that she likes the crystal slicing open her flesh or the sticky crimson dribbling down her wrist, but rather she is addicted to the pain and the simplicity of others. Don't say that it's her fault, because her parents, school mates, and teachers are to blame. No one did anything other than tear her down, no one ever cared about her, so why should she start now? And every night she cries herself to sleep, just to please the monsters.
I thought, at one time, that this could simply all exist for one special person. That was a huge mistake, this is for everyone to find meaning in. Take what you will how you will, enjoy or not, all of that is up to you. I can create what I am inspired to and leave it here in hopes someone will find this feeling that it is for them and only them, while the anyone can feel this way and understand the point - finding meaning in yourself. If you've found this, I love you even more.
Friday, April 26, 2013
The Way She Cries
It's not that she likes the crystal slicing open her flesh or the sticky crimson dribbling down her wrist, but rather she is addicted to the pain and the simplicity of others. Don't say that it's her fault, because her parents, school mates, and teachers are to blame. No one did anything other than tear her down, no one ever cared about her, so why should she start now? And every night she cries herself to sleep, just to please the monsters.
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