sometimes i want to rip my throat up from the inside. i want to take a fishing line and hook through my insides and tear myself apart. destroy something awful.
words i can't even speak. you know what they are but i fucking want to shout them. i need to make this feeling real. i need to stop being... me.
i am the world's greatest self-pity machine.
you said you loved me.
i... couldn't respond. i couldn't handle it.
i still can't.
but i want it back more than anything.
it's hard to let go when you don't know why you're even holding on.