They tell you how much you’ll love your baby when they’re born. But they don’t tell you how much you’ll hate what they did to your body...and how you’ll never be the same. Vanity or not; that’s something I wasn’t ready for. |
Silence is to be blamed equally as are the words for the heartaches they cause. |
Oneday I made it to everyone. All the insults i’ll return the whole! |
imagine if my world was beautiful as yours |
So just keep smiling |
I just want to close my eyes and feel alright tonight. |
Being alone isn’t so bad. |
It's a sad memory |
Sometimes I think that I will never find happiness. |
In the end, the darkness will consume us all and the monsters we fear are what we become. |