#quotesforabookimayneverwrite

I am a patch work of everyone ive ever known and all the patches i want to keep are falling off and the ones ive tried desperately to rip off wont budge. I try so hard to get them off my bones have started to show through my finger tips and everyone ive touched has been scratched by them.

One day my heart will open it’s eyes again, and I hope yours are the last it sees

I borrow grief from the future with the false hope that it’ll make your departure from me hurt any less

If i rip open my flesh and show you all my blood and bones will you still think im pretty? Will you still love me if you see how my skin is glued on and my ligaments half torn to shreds? If you see how my heart is held together by thread and tape will you hold it gently?

Yes cold water feels warm when your hands are freezing, but warm water will shock and burn you. It will feel as though there are a thousand suns sitting in your hands and you will drop them because it hurts so much

Why must i make my pain digestible for you? Is it not hard enough to suffer as is without the added work dumbing it down for you?