Roseline Angelina Black.
My heart hurts.
And so does everything inside me...
Sometimes being human; being vulnerable is so ugly. The fact that you can't do anything but pray, hold onto fading hopes that are kept being fed to you through an untruthful spoon by your loved ones. You can't do anything to help the ones that are suffering but feel bad. Feel helpless through their suffering because you can do nothing.
That's all we are,
Tortured flesh wrapped around pain.
My heart beats in a frantic rythm, unable to disguise right from wrong. My figure shakes like a little leaf from the clouding thoughts of loss and misery. I knew this was coming, I knew I'd have to say my goodbye to the only person I've idolised all my life. I knew she would leave...
But I thought I was ready, I though
