murphyc

You have owned too much of me. Wasted your time, and I sit here letting you waste mine. I am shutting you out. I am done with your hate. You pushed me too far and now it's too late. The blackness i feel swallows me whole. Ripped and punctured, a broken soul. I scrape my skin and in pours the ink. A temporary fix to the problem I think. A shield for me from the world. A safe place to hide a torn little girl. It covers and hides all you shouldn't see. A warm blanket that protects me. So away with you into the night. You have won I give up this fight. Hope you feel better, but I doubt you can. You have found my forgiveness you weak little man.