| Noose... |
Some would drown. It doesn't hurt as much. Some would burn. The fire heals as it hurts. Some would bleed. The blade cools as it cuts.
What would I do? I would freeze. Those who know me know I don't like the cold. Those who know me better know it hurts me.
Last night, I would have let this hurt consume me.
I don't want to finish this entry. I just want to be loved.
When Everything Was Ugly... - And Ugly It Remains...