Get over it so that I can know it won’t hurt forever

Get over it so that I can stop feeling like I’ll feel this way in two shattered directions

What a fucking liar

He says he’ll message me when he feels better

No one ever comes back

Not really

I can pout about it and be hungry and be drunk

Or I can pout about it be exhausted but be fed and be drunk

I don’t want to talk about

I’m so tired of falling to pieces

Such exhaustion is in a silent box unheard and never seen no one ever believes me

No one has ever seen my worst day

So far away…

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