Jan 30, 2017
Sometimes, I miss the way things were. But I've realised that doesn't always mean I want to go back.
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Sometimes, I miss the way things were. But I've realised that doesn't always mean I want to go back.
Why am I always secondary to you? Why am I always the first thing to be tossed aside?
Seeing you talk trash about me when you think I'm not looking used to make me feel self-conscious, but now I feel satisfied knowing that the smallest shred of evidence to my existence can ruin your day. Keep talking shit. I'll keep being golden.
Spit all the poison you want, I hope it congeals in your throat and chokes you.
Get out of my head. I'm so tired of hearing your voice in the songs you sang along to. I'm so tired of seeing the light stream into my window and you're not there to wake up next to. I'm so tired of feeling my own heartbeat and wishing it was yours.
I did everything right, fucking everything, and somehow it still wasn't enough. It's never fucking enough- I'm never enough.
Bait me harder, asshole, I'm never going to fight with your worthless ass. I won't give you the satisfaction or the attention. You just keep ripping yourself up inside over nothing, and I'll keep being better than you.
At the end, who did you all miss more?