Under my skin.
I threw the photo frames against the wall. I tore the photographs that were in them. Looking at them now, in pieces, and looking at shattered glass all over the floor, i start to wonder if anyone else feels the way i feel right now, and how they’re coping with it.
My heart is filled with so many emotions. Emotions and feelings that i wished were left unknown to me. Ones that i wish i never even felt. Anger? Hatred? Regret? These words don’t come close. If you could read my mind, and if you could feel my heart, you’d be in tears.
