When your all alone and broken, and you long for someone, anybody to touch you, hold you, even if its only temporary happiness. And even if it makes yo feel worse. I wonder if its worth it. But I will dismiss temption of feeling wanted, belonged, comforted
As I put out my light, lay down my head and sick into my bed, and close my eyes, tears drain out the sides. I feel miserable I cant explain why.
ahhh… to much to hold in.
i feel like i’m wasting my time. i love you, but clearly your falling more and more out of love for me. and i can see it, i can sense it, i can feel it. and it’s pushing me away more and more. i remember all those times you acted so graceful towards me, treated me like the world to you, and said so many things that moved me, that stuck to me. but now… your destroying all that. and it’s not because you’ve changed. it’s because you simply can’t just let me go, and i feel dragged along like a blanket on the ground. sliding in mud, and being ripped by rocks and asphalt. if i look back on things you’ve told me, or ways you’ve held me, or showed me off. it makes my heart drop, and my stomach twist more and more with each memory. because you allowed this change to happen. and somehow, someway, i can’t let go, even if your dragging me along, to drop me off shore. it’s the crazy thing called love. and it’s a crazy thing called not giving up. but for tonight, for today, and for right now, i don’t want to talk to you, i don’t want to see you, because all i feel, and all i see, and all i hear is the denial of me in every part of you. even if you act like you still love me, like you still care.
I wish I would have never erased anything youve said to me, because you dont say anything at all, any more. My heart aches for you.
vent
i’ll i can hear is me weeping.
all i can feel, is the tears on my face.
all i can hear, is my heart breaking and falling out of place.
all i’m wishing, is for this to be okay.
i miss you, and i wish you were here, i’m dying to hear your voice.
i’m broken, and all i can do is think of all the good things, and all i do is rip myself apart, more and more.
i’m a fucking wreck, and ill i wonder, is what your thinking, if your feeling any of this pain. i’m wondering who your seeing, or who your calling at night.
i’m hurting, this is a fucking horrid fight. i just wish i could sleep at night again.
fuck. i’m done.
