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)
- Published: February 27th, 2021 22:35
- Category: Love
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