It wasn't even the first time you made me cry.
Why did it hurt so bad?
I'm still stuck thinking
About how to make it all stop.
You say I can trust you
Count on you
Come to you
For anything.
Maybe that's true.
But you won't get the chance to prove yourself wrong.
I'm sorry if the realization pains you.
Please know that I don't blame you.
This brain was never built to last,
It just held on much longer than expected.
I'm sorry if it made you think
There was hope.
There's not.
Every night the same thoughts lull me to sleep;
A long walk in the winter,
A swim with a rock in my arms,
The American love of guns...
One of them
One day
Will make it stop.
YOU ARE READING
Bad Vibes
General FictionSometimes feeling the pain is the only way to feel better. Give me your bad vibes. {{A compilation work of probably multiple kinds of literature. Will be updated whenever I feel like flinging myself off a bridge because therapy is expensive amirite...
