I Exist In My Dreams, Just As Much As My Nightmars

I look at him and I know he loves me. The fault is in me. Somewhere, I’ve lost the ability to sleep, and my soul makes me sick with thoughts that his love isn’t enough.

Fuck you for leaving me. I would have done everything for you, and you just left. Gone. Like it was easy. Like nothing here mattered to you.

When they hurt you, tell them. Don’t keep that shit inside you.

I get sad sometimes. And it takes the day from me. That’s progress though.

There's a place I go, far inside my head.

You think you have the power to hurt me? I’ve survived myself. At my very worst.

I want to know what you think about when the world is quiet, and the night hides the look of longing in your eyes.