Do you ever miss someone and you have to stop yourself from calling or texting them because you know they stopped caring?
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Do you ever miss someone and you have to stop yourself from calling or texting them because you know they stopped caring?
Don’t regret
One of the biggest things I’ve learned in life is to never say “I’ll do it later” sometimes that opportunity never comes again.
Do you ever just get so sad that you don’t even want to listen to music, eat, sleep or just anything so you just sit there feeling empty not really know what to do?
One of the most heartbreaking things about growing up is realizing the world isn’t as innocent as you thought.
Have you ever just cried so hard that breathing becomes almost impossible yet you just can’t stop crying.
Once with no sign you where here, without a blink you surrounded. One, two, three, there were so many circling with lies. As I scream all there glass eyes stare, they can’ t see you as I can. Four, Five, Six, I fall, nothing to feel but a numb touch. You whisper to me I’ll save you; out of all the lies you have told me I believed this one. We walked together until the light was only a story. Gently you brushed the side of my face. you smiled, I never seen you do that. this must be real. with another numb touch you promised to come back, then left, I guess it was a lie after all.
My Only Friend.
Her gaze feels like a knife, her words are no better, yet we talk every night. Most days she’s the only person I talk to. My friends don’t like her, nor does my family. So we learned to meet in private. She holds me when I cry, she walks with me when I feel alone. They tell me I should leave her; how can I do that? She's my only friend at least that's what she tells me. She shows me how my friends and family don't love me. She tells me which pills to take, how many days to starve so I can feel pretty, and how the blood takes the pain away. She has never left me; how could I leave her?
It really sucks when you come to the conclusion that you're not important to people like they are too you. Like they could make your day by just sending a text, yet they would be perfectly happy if they never saw you again.