I’ve felt myself wither away. Â My heart is buried in the snows of last year, my soul is liquid in a bottle, my feeling is gone and my hands are replaced with scissors. I feel incomplete. My hands… cold, rusted, devoid of anything human, the hands I used to hold you with, are now sharpened… The pain they may inflict reflects what I feel inside. Â I can’t even see my own reflection, every mirror I’ve punched out, and my fingers… I’ve scratch out every last reflective gleam they could have ever bared. My only company is myself, hate and regret…
I hope he treats you right…
Scissorhands.
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Loosing a lover is always tough, hang on the pain will pass.
You have A gorgeous mind. I wish I could write like that. I feel for you I’ve been not doing to hot myself. Slightly different problem here I have a gf but I feel that I am hurting her with my mind. You have potential beond belief in so many ways. I joined this site right now After reading your post. You may be depressed but you inspire me.