F L E S H A N D B L O O D
Countless of times, I've cried.
Countless of times, I've wept.
Countless of times, I've thought of death.
Countless of times, God picked me up and carried me into his comforting arms.
But the real tragedy here is...
My own blood pierced my heart with hurtful words that Hades wouldn't even dare say to the most wretched person on Earth
My own flesh used me as a costume for their own advantage and turned their backs on me after they're done manipulating me like a puppet.
Who knew that your own blood could be as toxic as a venom and your flesh as deadly as a viper.
I am but a dirty rag, never to be used again.
Finally, I can rest.
That's all for today!
@churchgaldiaries, signing out. xoxo.
