The Sadness Will Never End.

My thoughts were so brittle. The sounds of limbs creaking. The sounds of people whimpering before they break. I knew that I was twisted. I could feel the sin drip off my tounge and leave my body every moment I talked. He took the time to know me. He took the time to figure what goes on in my head and it didn't scare him away. I wasn't a creature to him. I was a person to care for. I was just another person to him. And now, my thoughts aren't about the sick things in life, they were about the boy with the british accent that I knew hardly anything about. I didn't need to know anything about him though. I knew that he's going to take my thoughts away. My sick, twisted thoughts.