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by Keesha Nov 4, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / other
Hands inside my pockets hiding the bruises on my knuckles from the nights I choked on words I never said on the hateful thoughts inside my head Watching my hips become prominent Starving an exhausted belly while my fingers begin to shake I'm sorry, this is more then I could take This is my way of showing I'm strong saying I can take on the world with my head held high and my bones hidden by lies Maybe when I'm weightless he will finally see the chaos he caused then maybe, just maybe he'll finally save me