Mend The Broken Bones

the slielnce is they say kills us all but no slince can mean alot. you dont see cause inside of you walking tru the felid of flowers you think your ok. but you relize your walking trough a felid of shadows. where no one can hear you or feel your pain. or see the pian that hides on your face. the shame n worthlessness that gose trotugh mind haunts you as the balde drags across my skin the chillyness runs trough my veins its a line between wrong and right crying off my face again the slince kills me and it fellows me all over the ghost and shadow of a girl still exist in my body it dont erash it will always remain inside of my soul. the darkness is my light and it saves me.