It’s the same.
Not worse.
Not better.
It’s the same.
One foot in front of the other
Move along
Etcetera.
But it’s meaningless.
I still have no meaning.
I never should have let my heart win but I still don’t understand why I thought anything would work
I still don’t understand how I could do this to myself.
I should have thought ahead,
I woke up in January thinking I should send love to the past to help myself for all of the times I wanted to die and had no one
I should send love to others incase they feel like they had no one
I had this feeling
I was a fool.
I wish I could go back and drown all the hope and the love and the
Trust
I could vomit.
Trust me
Words not for me
And I believed them anyways.
I wish I’d never got this far.
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