Time : 06:09 a.m. I haven’t slept. Yet again. It has been months. And for months I have kept […]
What is the point of picking someone’s broken pieces, kissing their tears dry, making their heart whole…only to break it again. HARDER. CRUELER.
…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear
This is the burning pits of hell.
There is no escape. There is none.
Close your eyes and melt.
No one knows how close I am to drowning. The universe just stops and a huge mass of empty space fills inside of me.
Her knight became her imprisoner…
You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.
There were times when I was crying, I was helpless, when I was down, I tried to find you in my dreams, and you were always there…
I want to write you love letters, hundreds and thousands of love letters. Every letter expressing how I feel about you.
You are not crazy and it is okay to feel defeated. But you know why bad times are important? Because you only and always learn from bad times.
“It could have been worse. It can still turn worse.”
My soul is howling. The shattering of my heart is deafening my ears.