by gymnast_18
People say they love you, yet they also tend to leave you.Later finding their way back home. Ending up at your doorstep. Asking for just ONE more chance. Your heart is weak. Your head, strong. Which one to follow? Which is wrong? Asking yourslef these questions over again. Repeating in your head like a record skipping. Torn to which way to turn. The empty feeling of the unknown keeping you held in a demention all its own.
