Hate doesn’t burn the interior of one’s ribs as much as heartbreak does. And nothing burns hotter or hits harder than life, in my lamentable experience. Being broken and punched to the earth, repeatedly and vigorously, builds character. But what manner of character and at what cost? It certainly toughens the skin. Problem is, it […]
Afraid to die? No. Affaid to live with my demons, morelike. Held hostage to an every day I could very well do the fuck without. Held hostage by a dead sibling and two grieving parents who can do without another dead son.
I have hung my self worth Upon the shoulders of my love For so long I don’t know what I see When I look in the mirror Anymore And I think, maybe I never did I just want to die, now Can I die, please?
My heart became a ball and chain That I dragged behind me Pathetic begging version of myself
Love is a living breathing thing. Real love gets harder to come by, the older you get. It takes passion, work, time and dedication. Without these, it dies. I have no more words for you, who allowed us to die.
Diminished without her Lonely within myself Nursing a torn aorta With caffeine, until I can afford Alcohol…
