She dreams of escaping. Of vanishing to a faraway land. Where fairies and gnomes rule the earth, where flying isnt merely a fantasy. For where the forgotten find solace, and where its home for the lost. The haven where tears are merely a prelude to rain, the hideaway abode.

i remember every single detail. the good and the bad. the stuff you said that made me smile, the things you did to hurt me. it hurts so much its killing me. but i guess you dont even realise it.
your silent poison from within. as the cold and heartless dagger pierces the soft vulnerable exterior, as the skin splits and as the blood oozes out, will you finally care? back to top?