Tw: Hurt
Sometimes I can just turn it off
Put it out of my head
No more drowning in my thoughts
No more screaming in silence
No more blistering skin
No more sharp edges
No more feelings
Diving into the deepest part of your heart
Is always a mistake
For me
It’s like pulling a trigger on a loaded gun
Maybe I should
Copyright © Brianna Rivera | Year Posted 2014
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