I miss who I was before everything hurt.

and now you're crying; thinking back to the times where you just felt happy without life stabbing you in the back along the way. the tide washes in; taking all the joy and peace you feel along with it. and with it, you see a glimpse of your past self that you can't seem to catch up to. your legs giving out as you slowly fall deeper into the black hole that consumes your soul and inner being.

My voice in my head is broken too.

Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul

“who hurt you?” MYSELF BRO. MY BRAIN IS FUCKING MEAN

“Some days I don’t feel sad or happy. I just feel tired of carrying myself.”

someone who doesn't care anymore, was someone who once cared too much.