ExtremeNoodles

Sorrow floods the still cold night, my heart pounding. the thoughts chasing me even into sleep, a cold breeze, a dark room, fear and pain assaulting my past, my mind my soul. my breath fighting to escape and my mind racing, nothing greets me in the darkness. the vivid sounds, the burnt rubber, the screeching crash. all a memory. the soft warm skin, all but gone. warmth to cold, a bitter wind deeply cutting the edges of my heart before plunging into the very being of who i am. these scars, they do not feel, these wounds the do not kill. then so did i, lost with out feeling building a wall to stop from being hurt again. pouring out my heart dri