Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.

Maybe it was was the 7 sleeping pi… but last night I woke up at 1:36… with the overwhelming feeling that… None of my attempts to stop the bu… Eventually,

I used to think that you could measure a person’s… by how many and how much people loved them. I don’t know when

Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.

You want me, you’ve made that very clear. But that’s not enough for me. I don’t want lust, I want love. Do you love me?

I bet you’ll never know the sound that skin makes as you rip it apart, or the peace of mind that

All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.

I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love

I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.

Not a second goes by where I don’… for you have wound your way into t… Every time my heart beats, a fresh… Christian, Christian, Christian The first time a said your name, a…

I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers

I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me