We are the voices That cry out alone, Until we find on another And at last find a home. We are the saviors, It's how we survive. We rely on each other, To keep us alive. So here's to the broken, The ones who must lie, The shattered, the hidden The wanting to die. No soul is too broken, No story too long, You're never alone now, This is where you belong.
Once upon a time a man and a woman fell in love and they got married and once upon a time a man and a woman had a little boy and a little girl who they loved more and more every time their little hearts fluttered but once upon a time a man and a woman began to fight and the man turned to bottles and cans and the woman to the man next door and once upon a time the little boy and the little girl began to wonder if it was their fault and the little girl's wrists turned as red as the man's eyes when he came home at 3 a.m as red as her brother's cheek from the harsh hand of the man as red as the mother's lips when she came home from the neighbors house and once upon a time the little girl dressed in her favorite red dress took a walk to the stream and never came home and all that was left was a note that read "my family was dead long before I was."
DenaAnn posted a quote
December 11, 2012 5:33pm UTC
*Talking about a guy and his wh0re of a girlfriend* Brother: Poor guy. He'll get in there and it'll be wrecked. Me: ... HAAAAAA. Brother: SEE WHAT I DID THERE? Me: I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE! *Highfives*