Sometimes you stop talking to someone because you keep telling yourself that if they wanted to talk to you, they would.
Why do people feel the need to stand on top of you when they want to tell you something in private? If I can touch you with my elbow, smell and/or feel your breath on me, chances are you’re too fucking close.
Me digging your grave.
While blasting Turmion Kätilöt.
The fucks I give.
one of these days, i’ll start to let myself heal. just not today…
Well, I’ll wait til you listen
I won’t say a word
To follow your instincts
Just never worked for me
You’re silent but strong, yeah, I’m playing that card
And you’re noticing nothing again
Now I’m lying on the table
With everything you said
Keep that in mind, the way that it felt
When the most I could do, was to just blame myself
So, we’re talking forever
And you almost feel better
But, betters no excuse for tonight
You see, it’s never bad enough
To just leave or give up
But, it’s never good enough to feel right
I really, honestly want to rip my flesh off and cut myself away into tiny fucking ribbons, but I’m trying so hard to be nice to myself for some stupid fucking reason. I ruin everything…