Even without them touching me, I feel dirty about what I do. Alex does even filthier things but says it all washes off with soap. I donโt believe that. I think it all leaves stains. Indelible stains.
Forgiveness is easy. Trust is much more difficult, and should never be given lightly.
I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.
Every high has an equal, measurable low.
Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me
I tattered their wings and tore off their legs, joint by joint, watched them crawl in circles, like little lost infants, untill they decide to die.