What have you got to say for yourself?

midnight drive

 

 

Are you happy now did you get what you wanted?

Why did you do this to me?

I can’t close my eyes without hurting,

I fucking hate how this feels.

My minds slipping, this the line finish.

This is where I end it.

I can’t go on feeling any longer.

This hole inside is getting deeper,

And the pain is getting stronger.

 

I’m past that.

I’m all over the place.

Its been 3 weeks since I left my flat.

I just feel less lonely when I’m in my space.

How do I get back?

Back to reality.

 

I hate that I love you.

I should hate you.

But, I don’t.

  • Author: Midnight Drive (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2021 22:35
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 36
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