And if you think I’m free, you’ve never had your heart broken and been unable to cry, so you just sit there, feeling every piece of your existence fall apart.
The frustration of being on fire, but not burning, of dying with no final death.
But even with all this madness and pain, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I wear my scars like makeup. Yes they may not be pretty, but they made me, me.
And if you didn’t know, Im Magic “
//Excerpt from “Breathe For Me”