| BND im tiffany and i like music |


Pieces Mended The was boy was bruised and broken. Like a doll that had been played with too many times, whose stitching was losing the grip it had on the meaningless insides- emotions buried too deep down to be allowed to escape. His clothes might hide the visible signs to the world; the purple and blue rainbow forming on his skin, the puckered pink lines on his arms. But I saw past the cracked smile, and through into the SOS his sad eyes screamed. I knew what it was like, I knew the signs. It had happened to my brother- it had taken him; stolen him. Fed off him until there was nothing left to feast on. That was three years ago. And in that moment, as I waPieces Mended by ~falloutgirlxx
| BND im tiffany and i like music |