What makes me laugh. What makes me cry. Where I hope the wind will take me and what its going to take for me to stay.
who cares anymore
who cares about plastic lives
and plastic faces?
The only scar I will leave on my time here is the one that I will never recover from or the one that will be my eternal reminder.
I have goosebumps waiting
to be cut down with sharp edges
and sharp words.