The pain is exquisite.
Morning hides night’s sorrows.
I’ve been trying to hold on, and I’ve just about lost my grip. It hurts.
It may well be possible to both want and despise the same person, it turns out.
you hurt and you ragefrom broken promises Ihad no chance to make
If I don’t fight it, maybe it will go away on its own….
I forgot my wounds were, by your standards, superficial. They still left scars.