Sometimes,
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.
“
| — | Unknown (via perfect) |
Hello, my old friend. How have you been? I’ve missed your cold touch. And the way you so easily got me to open up. Have you missed the warmth of my skin? Being pressed against me? You are an old habit. But addictions never leave you completely do they… I’m not surprised I took you back. It was only a matter of time until I sank deep enough. Now sink with me. Sink into me.
