I speak in the hyperbolic language of heartbreak.
after this post, i'm keeping all of this to myself. if you talk to me online, in person, phone, whatever way you can get a hold of my elusive ass, don't ask me any fucking questions. i'm not talking about this anymore. not to you, or anyone. this is mine and i'm going to deal with it the only way i know how: alone.
today, i found a forgotten corner of the fleet center and waited for my train.
i sat down to read but never opened my book.
i saw my reflection in the window and burst into tears.
i started to hold myself, a pathetic replacement.
i scratched my fingernails down my arms, a hopeless attempt to equalize the internal and external pain.
i wished i had a saw because a razor isn't good enough.
i sat there and i cried and cried and cried.
i want him to come back, just for a day.
but i don't.
i can't stand to say goodbye again.
i never want to say goodbye again.
if someone would like to donate alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, etc. i will gladly accept.
i need something.
today, i found a forgotten corner of the fleet center and waited for my train.
i sat down to read but never opened my book.
i saw my reflection in the window and burst into tears.
i started to hold myself, a pathetic replacement.
i scratched my fingernails down my arms, a hopeless attempt to equalize the internal and external pain.
i wished i had a saw because a razor isn't good enough.
i sat there and i cried and cried and cried.
i want him to come back, just for a day.
but i don't.
i can't stand to say goodbye again.
i never want to say goodbye again.
if someone would like to donate alcohol, drugs, cigarettes, etc. i will gladly accept.
i need something.