Need a knife
Need a fire
Need to feel
Something other than this
Need a reason
Need to follow through
Need to care
About this life
Thoughts consume and tears press against the seams. Fight as I may, it will end up consuming me. Tonight I will stay home. He won’t care, it won’t matter.
Need to find my outlet. Need to find an escape.
Need to find my hope. Need a solution.
Only wanting no more lies. No more false promises. Trust and rebuilding doesn’t seem imminent.
Came clean. Told my truths and my lies. Put it out in the open. Did he? For a week? Obviously not.
Doesn’t believe in depression or mental instability. Only considers it a weakness. Try as a I may, I fight and fight within myself to stay afloat. Then I end up fighting with everyone but myself.
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