Some things break you so fucking bad that you spend the rest of your life wishing you hadn’t survived it. Because death would be better than the pain you have to live with everyday
*goes to sleep so I don’t kill myself*
“What hurts the most is having to pretend that none of this hurts at all.”
— “im perfectly fine”
I crave intimacy... but I don’t want temporary people touching my mind, body, or soul.
maybe you meant a little too much to me, and maybe i meant a little too little to you
I begged him to stay. Lost all my dignity in the process. And it still wasn’t enough.
I was just a corpse you saw fit to drag around.