they gaze at you with cold eyes
because you ripped out his heart.
they think you tore it apart
because there's blood on your arms.
they don't know that you're dying,
you're fighting against demons
blurring eyes, she looks down at her ripped jeans,
falling apart just as quickly as she.
one word in her mind, yes, insanity. breaking quickly since she turned to her teens. trying to figure out what ...