It burns.
It slowly burns inside your mind. The thoughts of not being enough. The thoughts of not trying enough. The thoughts of ending.
It burns.
The thought of getting better Fades. Slowly but truly it fades.
It's not your fault. It's not no one's fault. I got born like this. Wrong. Wrong, naïve and sick.
I started getting better but now
All nights are making me sicker again.
All nights are breaking me
Again.
I can't stop this.
I can't stop my thoughts.
I can't stop my actions.
It burns.
Deep into my skin.
Leaving me daft and din.
It burns.
The memories of us I lit on fire.
It's not for the better
But who cares
After all they get the last chance to shine bright
Again
Like our smiles when we made them.
The memories that stay
In my heart
Won't fade
Till my end.
And I'm sorry
If they have to fade
Soon
-er.
ČTEŠ
What it feels to lose your best friend.
PoezieI couldn't hold her. I couldn't understand her. I couldn't keep her. I miss her. Every fucking day I miss her. I can't handle it. I won't be able to handle it any longer. //Tw: Selfharm, selfhurt, bad thoughts, stuff// If you know this feeling, I a...
