My blood is turning into nothing but vodka again
The blood coming out of my wrist is soaking into a tissue
And I still miss you
And you still won’t talk to me
I guess I’m just not who you wanted me to be
Maybe I was nothing while you were everything
And maybe happiness really just isn’t meant for me
It never sticks around
It only comes occasionally and then lets me down
I thought it would’ve been stronger
Maybe lasted a little longer
And I never thought I would now be saying the same about you
I should’ve never let you in
I shouldn’t have swam, I should’ve ran
(via @marqueeofhersoul)















