NobodyImportant

I let someone into my life. And they kinda sorta broke me a little bit.

Guilt is a funny thing. Blame and accusation hurt the most when one places it on themselves, whether it is deserved or not.

I have no reason for feeling this way, and yet... I do.

The lines between happiness and absolute hate for one's self and the world are cloudiest when there is no support, only blame and accusations from the ones we love and worship.

I saw her pain, her scars, and said nothing, too frozen by the force of my own pain to offer what relief I could to her's.

Why won't your memories just leave me alone? I want nothing more from you. Just go.

Poem about breaking off a relationship. Kinda sorta.

Goodbye, I suppose

Being with you hurts more than anything I've done, yet I never want to stop; never want to leave.

Sometimes it can feel as though the world is ending because of the pain you feel inside.