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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