It doesn't matter where I am, we're all headed for death anyway.
2:33 AM
I wonder, at some point in time, did I start to suffocate you? And when you left, did you feel like you could finally breathe fresh air? You were my sun, my moon and all of my stars. But I was just toxic, and if I did things differently, do you think I could save you from my poison somehow?
I tried to decorate the absence with games of play pretend, where the fun was never supposed to end. But I still feel what's missing.
Does it really get better? Or do we just get used to it?
Even pain starts to feel comfortable when you've settled in, but I just want the numb to leave. Am I really better, or did I get better at hiding it?
This is what I get for shoving my sadness down your throat, for strangling you when all I wanted was to be the air you needed.
Does it really get better? Or do we just get used to it?
Even pain starts to feel comfortable when you've settled in, but I just want the numb to leave. Am I really better, or did I get better at hiding it?
This is what I get for shoving my sadness down your throat, for strangling you when all I wanted was to be the air you needed.
You're on your way to another life, and I know that I should be well on my way too. I just wish you'd tell me how. Where do I begin? You were the closest thing to home that I've ever experienced, and I never wanted it to end.
I'm destroying my body for a peace of mind I never got. Please put an end to these feelings, but not the drinks.
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