Anger
- I saw this lovely quote on Tumblr, and I love it.... -
"We are writers my love, we do not cry, we bleed on paper."
I can feel it
This rage....
Its pumping in my veins.
And I'm to blame.
See? Look what I did.
Dare call me a masterpiece
I'll prove it, I swear
That I'm a disgrace.
They said it themselves
Their fists in my face
But this is not the case
Because they turned me upside down.
"Oh what an angel
I love her smile
Why she's gorgeous,
She's so kind and intelligent"
Warped into
"Are those cuts on her wrist?
Therapy! Rehab! Medication!
I thought she was perfect....."
I guess I was wrong
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