i will have to carry these with me for years.
the feelings that refuse to leave, the memories of you and words that taint my body.
scattered upon me like bruises that refuse to heal.
constantly irritated and soft to the touch.
i will have to carry these with me for years.
the feelings that refuse to leave, the memories of you and words that taint my body.
scattered upon me like bruises that refuse to heal.
constantly irritated and soft to the touch.