Truth is, I’m not okay. Time doesn’t make the pain any easier, you just learn to forget. But the problem is, I can’t help but remember. Constantly reliving the trauma, and having to not say a word.
I think a large portion of my heartache comes from everything that’s left to be forgotten and never remembered.
I think it’s so painful to realize that your favorite moments are forever over, and nobody else will know how special it was. Because how could they ?
I don’t know I’m so in-between life and death. I feel like I could go either way, and every day it’s just a flip of a coin. I want to live, but I’m absolutely miserable. Nobody knows how hard it’s been. Nobody helps. I don’t have anything.
I feel like on the outside I seem really okay. Like way too okay and sometimes I even think it’s weird how well I just seem to act. I feel like I do and act towards the future like I’m so sure it exists, but in reality I think I’m going to die. In fact, I wish to die.
I think about stopping mid-sentence and leaving everything behind. Bringing the pain to an end. I think about it so often, I feel like it’s just around the corner. Like there’s no other way out, and I’m just killing time until then.
When I lost her it really broke me. She was the first person that I thought was beautiful in such a long time. She made me believe that I could be happy.