Love . I suck on the word till I reached the bitter tang of it at the back of my tongue . Is it even a feeling we can describe ? The lust , the love . No words could be used to explain this high , crazy , feeling we feel inside when we are in love . But when we're not . It's empty .
Empty would be an understatement .
The feeling of loneliness that sinks deep within our skin . The anger you feel, with no one to share it with but yourself . The hurt . The pain . The frustration . You keep it all to yourself , bottled up bit by bit like a bug , ready to burst when the moment springs . The anger turns to numb slits at your hands and legs . The way the blood carries out all the bad feelings that we have inside . The way it becomes like prescribed pills , a drug, enslaving your own body's limitations . It's thrilling . Eye-catching . It is a way to be noticed .
The girl who has no friends . The girl who cant stop cutting herself . The girl who wants attention . The girl who does drugs . The girl who couldnt bother to be friends with anyone . The girl who was snobby . The girl who doesnt bother to comunicate with anyone because they were too high class . Rumours . Lies . It cuts deep , deeper than skin . But, it catches attention . Care ? Love ?
Naah .
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Nicole (:
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