Puchiko46

one. things you touch turn silent. hearts can be blacked, burnt, ashy - but you take the ashes and burn, burn, burn them until there's only a memory left, a memory that's all edges and icicles. you leave me cold, empty and i don't want to breathe anymore. two. 'darling, you would do well to remember- you can't have a light at the end of the tunnel if you have no tunnel. darling, you would do well to remember - you are not empty. you are not empty. [it's still hurting, after all. it's still hurting and you don't want to live, but you're not empty.] darling, you would do well to remember- they love you. they love you, they love