Sometimes I wonder, where did I go wrong to face this. Face the present. What have I done? The will to live all along. “It gets better”, I repeated to myself only to face the worst. The emotions I feel for you are now a burden. They used to be so pure, so lovely. I always told myself that no matter what, I will always hold onto them even if you don’t. You never did but I didn’t let go of them. Never.
How many times must the history repeat? How many times must I shed tears for the same reason? How many times must I think of ending everything? But I tell myself “It gets better.”, “Hold on.”. My hands have loosen their skin, blood shedding. I want to feel nothing. There is beauty in nothingness than in violence. I am violent. Not towards anyone else but me. Forcing myself to hold onto you. Always, hoping you will understand. I think i was wrong. But I will hold on.