a nice little blog about being hurt

i am nothing but cigarette smoke and red lips. could that be enough?

my name drips like blood off your lips.

i guess i’ve been lost… but i no longer wish to be found

did you love me, or did you just hate the thought of being alone?

broken broke broken girl. guess she never learned. what’s cracked can never be whole, what’s dead can never live.

your words are etched jaggedly in my skin and every night they bled in remeberance.

i no longer know how to grieve. but maybe it’s for the best

how could i think i could fix this? i should have known i’ll always be a broken girl.

let the world burn. i’ll laugh while the blood drips down my skin.

there’s glass in my veins that burns when i breath.

i guess in the end, i was right. you weren’t ever wholey mine. some part of you, always held on to Her.

i started dying the moment you left.

this time you’re falling. but i won’t fall too.

i hate how much control you still have over me.

i’m drowning but everyone else can breath.

do i matter? or am i just here.

love isn’t worth a damn.