I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show
"And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above"
- Bastille - Pompeii
i wish you wouldn't hit me, i wish i could just walk away, its not as easy as it sounds. Ive officially became a stereotypical girl in an abusive relationship, hiding my bruises with long sleeves, and always forgiving. save me from my personal hell.