Sometimes I think of taking my own life.
Perhaps that would make people think for once "What was she going through?"
Because the words will never lose their tight grip clasped on my throat,
The scars tattooed underneath the skin will remain undiscovered,
And the blood dripping off of my wounded soul would never find healing.
And I will live
My flesh radiating warmth
but my heart stone cold and my remains will continue to decay.
©Wallflower
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Diary of an Introvert
RandomDiary of an Introvert is a collection of my thoughts that I have jotted down in different phases of my life. Thoughts that were too much for me to spill in front of others at the same time too much to hold within myself. Thoughts that I have died...
