expressive87

Dear Heartbroken,  Sometimes I wonder, if you still spend late nights  Staying up thinking of me, making up rhymes  Or other pathetic things to help pass the time  I wonder if you still think we weren't meant to part  Telling anyone you meet how I broke your heart  When you were nothing but deluded from the start Sometimes I wonder, if you still play the victim Connecting to sad songs, cursing my existence Thinking love could be won through constant insistence But maybe I just wonder, why this point of view Is never given the credit it's due When so many people suffer to get through  But forgive me for whining, you do more than en

Kay didn't want it. No, no, no, no, no. "No." She screwed the shiny leaflet up into a tight ball, not caring that the sharp edges dug into her palms, and threw it into the open fireplace, smugly watching the flames eat up her information. It was permanently ingrained now anyway. She didn't want alopecia. To have to wrap her bald head in scarves and wigs that itched. She didn't want to vomit her stomach up every time she tried to keep some form of nourishment in it. She didn't want her red blood cells to die away so all she had energy for was to lie down and sob. She didn't want her skin to be so sore and fragile her legs would bleed freel