when you dissappear is no one but yourself,
Hurting, stabbing, self depreciating, need a f ix; you.
I was drown in the river of life,
Without nothing to afford, Or to give a beautiful sense, in a word, to comfort you.
I was helpless.
To which only forgiveness that I can ask of you, Love.
But know this I love you, even when you dont, even when you hate yourself.
Busy carving your own scar again and again. And know that,
for all of that,
I will not allow it to happen.
Because,
as you hate yourself and disappear, Ill miss you even more. O my beautiful muse
