Peacock Feathers

What do you want from me?   Spill   Here's to putting life and death behind me. Here's to making everything as pretty as a peacock feather. Here's to a new start.

Honestly, I hate you, you make me sick. I’m tired of being nice to people like you and caring for you like you’re my family only to have you leave. Only to have you stab me in the back. Because you think you know me. You don’t know shit, you don’t know what I’ve seen, you’re not me. You will never understand. I hope you never have to.

— 10 months ago