✨ Nobody Asked You ✨

A lot of times I get this irresistible urge to end my life. The only thing that stops me is getting it wrong.

“i should have known better than to fall in love with you. you told me about your heart. told me it was cold, relentless, broken. but i just smiled at you and told you i could fix it. now everything is over and i’m the only one who needs fixing.”

“i wasn’t looking for anything before i met you. but then you came like autumn, and i fell like leaves do.”

I've spent hours obsessing over why I'm not good enough. Hours lost, standing in front of the mirror, studying my face and wondering if it's because I'm not pretty enough. Reading back old conversations and wondering if I'm annoying, too needy, too much. Will anyone ever stick around? I try so hard, but I'm just never worth it in the end.

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.