My Love For You Was Bulletproof

im only a survivor because im physically here, i was killed in every other way. im afraid i’ve always been dead and that i always will be.

and when all the distractions dont work anymore and its the end of the day, i’m left with just myself and the want for it all to please just fucking stop.

why is everything so heavy and why do i have to feel so fucking hollow all the time.

what the fuck did i do SO wrong that i have to feel like this for the rest of my life

i’m fighting a war within my head that i don’t want to fight anymore it’s so exhausting and no one understands

overestimating how much you mean to someone really fucks you in the head

i just want to be okay and somehow that feels like asking for the fucking world.

”I feel like such a temporary person in everyone's life“