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i hardly recognize it anymore. it’s just a mask i wear to keep moving but underneath it’s twisted in pain, in anger, in loneliness, in fatigue. cut deep with wounds that refuse to heal no matter how much reassurance i try to bandage them in… they just keep splitting open. spilling out all the festering memories of you. the good and the bad. and each time i go to wrap them up i love and hate you all over again. im tired. im ready to slip into the fog, moody and delicious, and just disappear.
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