I loved you at your darkest.– Romans 5:8 (via blua)
Poor Girl ～☆
She tried to scratch off The Ugly. She tried to vomit up her name. The crusted scabs did not make her pretty, in fact she truly looked the same. Her mother bandaged her broken skin, to hide her from the sight. The Poor Girl always clawed, she did so every night.
honey doll, sugar lump, you are a ruined girl, but you ease my soul. settle d o w n in my bones, I want to hurt as you hurt.