How does one survive when the one who put you in this world wishes you were dead?
How do you live when you're constantly battered and hurt, smashed into the ground,
your soul glued to the concrete and your mind buried six feet under?
My heart is a cradle of sharp broken glass making it bleed every second and sometimes the twisted minds press them deep and it bleeds a bit more.
How much pain does it take? How much lost blood does it take?
Friday, 24 August 2012
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