My therapist tells me I’m addicted to pain. She says it’s why I let people like you wander into the unguarded forest that pulses in my rib cage knowing that you will leave me with nothing but the echoes of trees falling. I’m not in it for love, I’m in it for the thrill of falling, for that moment just before I hit rock bottom. My therapist tells me I’m addicted to pain. She says I should stop eating words that taste bad just because I’m hungry but that doesn’t mean that I should stop eating. Or that I should fuck every guy that feeds me words that tastes like gold. My therapist tells me I’m addicted to pain. It’s why I have train tracks running along my skin. She says I enjoy pain because it reminds me that I am alive. She says you hurt yourself because you want to live, not because you want to die.
A.Y //Â the unspoken truth about why i let you break me (via 2wentysixletters)
