its no good its a disease
theres no cure just blank instinct
you cant love its an incapability
you cant feel your too strong
you cant break your invisible
you cant breathe your slowly dieing
from the broken heart
the cursed thinking and that hatred thought
that drifted you away from the one thing that you hated yet made you HAPPY!
or is the happiness you feel a temporary get away from the real pain youve endored and your broken heart thats CURSED!
