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We were to grow old someday
8 months ago · · Suicidal Thoughts,
I'm sorry I was not good enough or that what i was and what i had become were so far apart you had to abandon me.
My Chest Hurts, my arms are numb.
I'm here now alone and it doesn't seem even, it doesn't seem fair; Though i suppose nothing ever is.
I want to wish you the best but that I feel would include me, so I'd just be lying to us.
My Chest doesn't always hurt, just when I need you the most.
Is this better?