SenseAntisense

Posted: 7 April 2017 | Journal Home

No one wanted you anyway he said. No one wanted you. The scars on your back are there for a reason. Reflections of bitten nails etched into flesh. Smell that burning away of fragrant emotion. The happiness that once instilled you to move on that can be reached no more. The abomination left is now an embarrassment. So cry all you want but no one will notice and no one will hear those sobs.