𝖟𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓲𝓪

—————————————————————————I know you can see yourself somewhere here, all of this is about you & me after all.

surviving through hell was really rewarding, i am still here, so is she, and she too

little lighter holder dude, clay

missing, lost, lost just like old puzzle pieces, far away from its home box, maybe there is no home anymore, no box, no home, no box, no home, no puzzle pieces that fit, nothing, alone, lost, left, forgotten

my trauma, my thoughts, my love, myself, and myself

the terrifying depth

dealing with the fear by pretending to not care about it, not feeling it, not seeing it

bitten by the fear

missing someone so much it eats me from inside, destroys and takes away the core of me

“like grief and sorrow”

words words words

hiding behind the hobbies

silenced scream from the inside

daily dress up choices