#sickish
we started talking less
I started wanting you more
I watched you turn into a friend, into a lover and into a stranger.
if someone can fall asleep knowing you’re crying, knowing you’re hurt or didn’t get home safe, they don’t care for you
will i ever be loved?
i think the worst part abt depression is having SO much to be happy over yet ur pain & sadness never “goes away”. its like u really are broken
person: u act older than u are
me struggling w years of trauma & having to be the adult in situations that i shouldnt be in: i get that alot
Was it love if they feel entitled to have all of you but they won’t commit any part of themselves to you
the moment i started missing you
you were already gone
we won’t forget each other, right?
too much on my mind lately
i fell in love, then i fell apart.