When the tears finally stop dripping from your eyes, call me back. I want to have an honest talk with you. One where my heart doesn't twist and turn because I know I'm hurting both of us.
I never was good enough for anyone. Half of the time I don't believe I'm good enough for myself. I get in my head and tell myself things I know aren't true, but they sound so sophistacated and grown up that I'll take anything that I can get.
I want someone that can stop myself from eating me alive.
My thoughts are the most vicious thing in my body. And tears are the only way to stop them for a moment.
I can threaten myself all I want, but I won't believe it until I see some action.
I need to feel alive once more.
I want to go to the top of a mountain one day and just sit to breathe regularly. I need one night alone to sleep properly. Maybe a day in an empty house to collect my thoughts.
I am so fucked up.
