july 25th, 2016
sick. twisting insides full of thoughts. shouting in rage at me that i am not good enough. that i. never was. hope being drained from my heart, as if i ever had one after you took it away. burning anger about how you never felt what i wanted you to. you're a tornado.
a whole year lost, and last summer was just another toy to you. but to me, it was a dream that became reality. and a hunger is there for this year to be just as great. but it's not.
the more i've thought about it, the more sanity i lose. the part of me that hates you is slowly winning. because you can never give me love ever again. so why should i, to you?
