sparx104

After all that, I'm still breathing. The blood is still dripping fresh, and my wounds are shining and sparkling. Let's all put on a show; I may have been beaten and battered, but haven't you heard? Blood stained clothes are back in style. So I can keep these cuts awhile. Bruises are all the rage this season. Now they represent chic style instead of another's treason. Through these shiny black eyes, I see you. I see the coward that you are. Your name is spelled out in my scars. Pain has become more of a friend to me these days. I always know it's coming, it's reliable and dependable. But, for the longest time, I've felt like ru