Well I'm lonely like you're lonely but only cause it's thrown me like it's thrown you I don't own you, and my darling you don't own me. It's kicking and it's yelling and it's bruising and it's swelling. But the writing is on the wall and we both know what it's been telling us to do. Well I'm crying and you're crying into silent salty lakes. The road has turned to ice and we haven't any breaks, so while the wall keeps getting closer I fear it's too late not to break our hearts.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
I told my Mom
everything. Well. Almost. I told her about my abuse. and now she's going to be coming in next weekend to tell Dad about it.
That sounds really scary.
ReplyDeleteI hope everything will be alright. :)