I exist quietly I’m alone Computer and phone When you’re mad at me It’s just me and my insanity After I’ve bled I crave sleeo Silent thoughtful weep I’ll just sit here on my bed Trying to escape my head Related Post Dear, Father Things You Do To Me Dead
Dear Max, yes i just used your name in this. you broke up with me on Friday night. OVER SKYPE VIDEO CALL. i don’t fucking care that you cried or that it wasn’t “easy for you”. you started out the conversation not wanting to leave me. WHAT A JOKE. you stood me up at my
checked my mail today and sure enough there was your first name with my last name on a piece of mail; did you do that just to remind me you’re still alive and you’ll always be around? or is it some cruel joke serendipity is playing on me on a day following nightmares? you know
Dear Tyler, I remember you would always tell me to open up. I guess a part of me always wanted to, but I was afraid of what would happen. I was afraid of being hurt, I guess, as cliché as that may seem. You told me I could trust you. You told me you would
I really try hard not to embarrass you. Until recently, I wasn’t even aware that my behavior was “abnormal” — really, I was just having a little fun. Now I know, and I can’t stop thinking about it. All this shit makes so much more sense now — why you are hesitant to speak to
Dear you. I could hate you every single day of my life. I could scream at you for hours. I could lose control, and probably beat you senseless but it wouldn’t change that fact that I’m never gonna let this go. I’m never gonna let go of what a liar and a cheater you are.