I'm so tired of this. Tired of missing her. Giving up is so much easier than holding on. So what's the fucking point? What am I even staying alive for? Sure as hell not for me. I think, for a little while it was her, but what is there now?
There's a certain relief to allowing yourself to break. When you just stop fighting the pain.
When the umbrella gets too heavy, ask yourself what's so bad about the rain anyways. Drop it into the mud and fall to your knees as you surrender.
Wonder what is rain and what are tears.
Ask yourself why you are even still here.
I think I want to kill me.
But I wish that she could be the one to do it.
Finish what you started my love.
Slice that blade through the pale of my flesh and watch the blood fall.
Take it in your fingers and taste the life the you took from me.
I want to see the look in your eyes as I fade away.
I want to see you feel something.
Anything.
For me.
For anyone.
I love you.
DU LIEST GERADE
When we were wintergirls
SonstigesIf you have heard of the story wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson then you will understand. That book really hit me hard. It made me realise how unhealthy I was. How unhealthy our relationship was. I loved her. But it was killing me. She just kept...
