Thursday, February 26, 2015
- 9:12 PM
You cried because you didn't think I was real, that you thought it was all too good to be true
and I've been there. I've been in that exact situation and no one could understand why I was crying,
so I get it but...
By that point, I wasn't crying, because I already knew... or at least believed, that it wasn't true
I'd already given up on the thought that it could be anything for me, that I could find something in you that would save me and make me feel ok
That I could find that in anybody.
And I still feel the same way, everything will just be a muffled grey.
Which is fitting for someone like me, I suppose.
But you always thought it was something so big and so perfect, when I knew from the beginning it was not and that you could never help me.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
- 6:18 PM
No one loves me. No one cares about me. I'm not safe and no one is here to protect me. No one ever has and no one ever will. I'm alone, alone, alone. Everything's ending and if I ran away no one would miss me. If I died no one would stop me. No one would even be there. No one cares.
