My room feels cold, it reminds me of the night in november, where you and me were laying in somebody else's porch , trying to keep each other warm regretting our decisions. May I see you again , my sweet girl.
I told myself I didn't love you.
I told myself I didn't need you.
But every second of my day I still hurt because I do need you, I do love you.
Im srry (******) im srry.
Satan won’t forgive a child molester or a murderer. God will. That’s the part people can’t stomach—not because the sin deserves forgiveness, but because God’s mercy reaches even the person society considers unforgivable.
The first time I hurt myself was at my aunt’s house. I was hurting so badly that I didn’t know what else to do with everything I was feeling. I wanted my ex to understand how much I was hurting, but I realize now that my pain shouldn’t have to become someone else’s responsibility
Life feels strangely pointless when the person who made it feel worth living is gone. I still wake up, breathe, laugh, and pretend I’m moving forward—but some part of me is still standing where you left me, wondering what the hell any of this is supposed to mean without you.
I still look for you in everything. I didn’t just lose you—I lost who I was when you loved me. Maybe I’m not grieving you. Maybe I’m still waiting for your ghost to come back and ruin me again.
I loved you like a curse—something I knew would destroy me, but still begged to keep. Now you're gone, and somehow losing you hurts less than knowing I’d still choose you in every lifetime. - pr3ttyuxly