My walls come up.Impenetrable.Try as you might,the surface may only be scratched.It couldn't possibly compareto the wreckage within.A tangled messof t..
Deathis what she thinks aboutdrowning in her bloodon the floordyingas the lights come downwhen they're all asleepshe stands on the bridgelooking downa..
You have your secrets.I have mine.We are both hurtingand we may not know why.We long to be wantedand feel that we belong.We do what we can to feel alr..
Her notethat was lefton the tablefor everyone to seeis indeed a grimand sorrowful sightby the timetheir eyeslay upon the papershe will haveplummetedto..