Apr 23, 2014
Knife
I stabbed my own heart. But I never knew it until I saw my blood on my own hands. It’s too late to remove the knife.
No escape. There is no way out. All I can do is to watch everything around me fall into pieces to be blown by the wind.
Regretful, as I cry in pain day and night. My heart is exhausted, and desperately longing for love.
There's nothing left in me but just the memories...a picture of a real happiness...
I wish for death to come quickly and end this pain that I cannot bare anymore.
