Alone

It’s ok to disappear until you feel like you again.

If you ever disrespect me and I’m calm about it.. never trust me again. I’ll fuck you up when the time is right.

When your laying down and it hits that you literally have no one.

It’s the people closest to you that hurt you.

It’s a different kind of grief when the person you miss is still alive. When they are just a phone call away. Isn’t it torture? This choice to keep missing them and holding onto hope that maybe they miss you, too.

When you miss me, remember, when you had me, I wasn't enough.

Heavy on the I'M NOT EVEN MAD AT YOU, I just thought YOU were REALER than that.

I think I’m ready to leave. I can’t cope with this anymore. Life isn’t for everybody.

It feels like I keep reliving the same day everyday no matter how hard I try. I have this strange feeling my stories ending soon.

Maybe one day I’ll be enough for someone.

We hurt our own feelings by thinking we mean more to people than we really do.

It’s weird how you can actually feel it in your chest and stomach when something really hurts your feelings.

The day I die or lose my battle… I want my tomb stone to say “ life never got tired of beating me until death came, hugged me, comforted me, and told me I’d finally be at peace”.

When someone shows you their true colors, don’t try to paint a different picture.

Maybe you weren’t the one for me but deep down I wanted you to be.

I fix everyone I can… But in the end I have no strength left to fix my own self.