brokenwingsandheart

Is it wrong to smile as the blood falls? Is it wrong to laugh as the cuts sting? Is it wrong to inflict this pain upon myself? Yes. It is. But this is the only was I know how to live now. If it is pain and pouring blood that makes me happy, Then I will keep on doing it To keep this fragile smile on my face. And over the weeks, months, and years, These scars will build up Across my limbs and smooth, soft skin As tears fall daily, And smiles only come with pain, And you. Your foolish ways make me feel loved, Especially in this world of darkness. Your dim eyes are seemingly bright, But possibly it is just your vibrant smile that