You know ….. I’m 42 and no one has ever given a single fuxk enough to throw me a birthday party. Not once. Ever. So that’s why I ain’t trust nobody when they say I love you
I let someone in. And it felt so good. But it was like a drug that I didn’t know I was addicted to and plotting to destroy me. Sitting quietly. Waiting for my weakest moment to pounce and rip me apart just to taste my blood.
A trophy for the wall...
I’m lost barely keeping my head above water endlessly swimming in the ocean.There are times when the sun shines and I smile?but I’m still fighting and times when I see the wave of sadness coming to wash me under every time I wonder. Will this be the wave to finally sink me ?