The emptiness gnawing at me night after night is killing me slowly but surely.
The fearful anticipation of the chance of seeing you every day is driving me insane.
Fuck la.
Would you have done what you did if you know what I am inside? A fragile broken soul, fragmented long before I met you.
I'm so sick of this.
He was hesitant in this whole game of yours. He ASKED you if you were sure about what you wanted. You confirmed it. And now?
You do realise I have to hear your name every fucking day of my life? By the ones living in my house, and the ones visiting, EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN DAY RAIN OR SHINE?
Not just your name. What you did, where you are. I DON'T WANNA KNOW.
I just want to forget you. Kick you right outta my life.
So fuck. I don't wanna hear one more mention of his name.
Yeah I'm prolly talking to four walls since none of them reads me anyway.
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