It’s the maybes that will kill you.

When you’ve been sad for so long everyone stops caring and lets you sink more and more into the darkness

I want to talk about how I feel, about how sad I feel all the times, about the pain in my chest when I’m on the verge to cry, about how I struggle at night alone with my thoughts who’s telling me that I’d be better off dead. But you know, the truth is, people ask you how you feel but they don’t really want to know because they don’t care enough.

can you feel me thinking of you?

Heartache is lying on the bedroom floor, trying your damn hardest to breathe while at the same time wondering why it all went wrong and how you’re going to get up and pretend that everything is alright, and what the hell you’re going to do about that hole in your chest…yeah, that’s my heartache.

It feels heavy to be alive lately