0bsidian

Clouds the color of a bruise memories, somewhat similar to a fairytale. But when I think of her that hole in my center gets bigger. My blood seems to wDm I fight off tears regularly. I have to be stronger! I want to be a better man, I don't want to think of or remember her anymore! I write for therapy I used to cut for the same. I'm thankful for the escape of dreams. Only this is my punishment I hope that in death we don't remember anything ....