i felt it again, a resident emotion nowadays... depression is such a sweet thing.
make me scratch lines up my skin. pretty pretty lines. lines of broken promises and sugary half truths.
up in my skin, like designer sleeves made by gucci nails.
make me lick my tongue unto that trusty blade wanting to feel more. to hurt more. a way of seeing the world through strawberry gashes. and then i suffer, from the sting. it kills me just so...