" Is it a song? Is that what they need? For so long I've tried to get them to hear me. Picking and stabbing, their words feel like knives. Tearing and ripping the seams of my life. "
How am I supposed to, to hear what you hear, when you never heard the sound of our glass hearts breaking; with every tick of the clock when you are gone?
Last Serenade* posted a quote
January 25, 2014 1:19pm UTC
I just saw, is that what they say? For so long I tried to get them to hear me. Kicking and stabbing their words feel like knives. Tearing and ripping the seams of my life.