Leftovers

“I started swallowing my sorrow as a form of self defense and now it’s self sacrifice, I’m drowning myself the weight holding me under my own water so that no one else has to get wet. I want to keep you dry, keep you happy, I promise, this sadness won’t reach you.”

“I will make your wish come true, Even if that means hurting someone, Even if that means hurting myself, So please when your wish comes true… I wish for you … to smile”

“Sometimes I think you should stop talking to me. Sometimes I think you should stop wasting your time and find someone else. I don’t know if I’m trying to push you away for your sake or my own.”

“It’s getting too damn much, right? You’re letting all those pressures get to you, major and minor ones, this sadness has taken over you, and it all seems absolutely unbearable now. Everything annoys you, and everyone disappoints you, people seem to be so damn ridiculous and shallow, you can’t tolerate a single word from them, they don’t understand anything, they don’t understand you. No one cares enough for you, you keep telling them you’re breaking down and they don’t seem to take it seriously, nor do they seem to even care. Nothing in this world makes you happy anymore, and it’s been like that for years now. You’re tired, you feel consumed, worn out, everything makes you sad, breaks your heart, makes you cry. You’re always crying, either when you’re in actual tears, or when you’re crying on the inside, and you know it when your chest hurts so f*cking bad. There’s nothing to live for, no one to live for. You wanna die, don’t you? But you can’t end your life, you’d just be so damn glad if you knew it’s going to end so soon. So you wait, either to die, or to be saved.”

“Other than that, I have no idea why I insist on continuing to live. I do everything wrong.”

““Do you ever wish that you never met me?” “Yes””

“Most days I wish I never met you, because then I could sleep at night, and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.”