From Little Scot. He's taken so much of my pain, I want him to express his.
Badmen come at night.
Always when we sleep.
Hurt us over and over.
Words, actions, love.
Can't trust. No one helps.
Leave us alone with the
Heart breaks every time.
It won't always be this way, my tiny man.
And it won't always hurt so much.
For my "other," for anyone new here. It always feels this way at first, but it won't always hurt so much.
I know this is true.
Peace and love,
There are reasons I'm taking medication. They're called "other people." - Me, displaying my anti-social tendancies