• I love you, S.

    by  • August 23, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 1 Comment

    I love you.

    I love you.

    I love you.

    I can’t drink away the feeling.

    I’m drunk now.

    I don’t want to feel it anymore.

    It hurts how much I love you.

    And no one is there for me.

    I want you to be there for me.

    Why? Why wont you be there for me?

    I want to cut myself, but I don’t want to.

    I don’t want to sleep because this feeling is so good and so bad.

    I can go on the anti-d’s and pretend they make me feel nothing, when in reality, I still feel everything.

    I don’t want to feel the fear at nearly being raped again.

    I don’t want to love you anymore

    I don’t want to love you anymore

    I don’t want to care

    I don’t want to care that he’s maybe skipping meals because of me.

    I don’t want to care.

    I’m crying now.

    And you don’t care

    You will never care

    No one will ever care as much as me.

    No one will understand.

    I don’t want to feel anymore.

    I don’t.

    -A

    One Response to I love you, S.

    1. C
      January 19, 2016 at 11:28 pm

      Maybe Aella cares. Or maybe it’s just because you over feed her?

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