they're my wounds and my scars. not for you to talk about or let my pain and sorrows be known. every cut and every scar that is resting on my body is far prettier than the scars and cuts in my heart. talk about that. talk about the times you've sliced my heart into pieces.
i like my secret little life. i don't need nor want anyone, even my friends to know my pain that i'm going thru. i would never wish any sort of heart-brokenness to any of my friends or let them see how deep i got.
why are you allowed to let my pain be known to your friends.
i select who gets to see my open scars.
all i need from you is to see where they came from.
you see me as this child that never wants to grow up. but i see you as an arrogant and selfish person that needs to only benefit himself. but in the end... where a perfect match.
you teach me and i teach you.
we're not alone..but days like this, i wish i was.
i shut my mouth to the outside world bc they have no right to be inside unless i invite them.
I'll let you know when its okay to enter.
secret is...i'm losing trust in you. and i'm pretty sure in a matter of seconds you'll do it again.
this is my life and my story. please don't ruin my life story.
the fight is getting harder but i'm not ready to give up.
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