Trust is the cup that’s finally running empty…
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Trust is the cup that’s finally running empty…
and then I learned
how to cry
without tears
falling from my eyes
behind clouds // ma.c.a
“So proud of you” means nothing when you won’t even look at me the next day.
I used to be the only recipient…
Little things here and there
But now it’s me and who ever entertains it… Or whoever you can entertain…
OrThatsHowIFeelAnyway
But when does it end…
kind of want to off myself rn
Struggling to find the will to continue💤
Really what more is there…?
i wish i wasn't too much.
It’s hard to hurt myself when you know all the places to look.
so I die internally every day
I'll always love you more than you know.
The worst part is I feel so hurt but I’ve got to keep my mouth shut and let it eat me alive or else it will eat US alive;
and if not for you it would have been for nothing.
I’m at the point where if keeping you means sharing you I’d probably go along with it.❤️🩹
I feel the love you’re giving to me I really do but it’s hard to believe it when I keep finding out everything you’ve told me is a lie.
How do I believe you love me if all I know is lies when all I asked for was the truth
I need someone to hold me while I’m crying
i’m tired. but not just “didn’t sleep” tired. soul tired. bone tired. like my body keeps going but nothing inside knows why.
long distance lovers What Did I Do Wrong.
The sad thing is we always used to talk like this… THIS much, using any little topic to keep the flow. We started off like this. And now the only time I feel that same effort to push for the some form of conversation isn’t when I’m sat right next to you it’s when it’s through a screen. Because I’m not there.