Please love me I can't say it I shouldn't say it it's selfish to say it. I need it, I need you to hold me with such a fierce grip it's almost suffocating I need you to stay strong as I try to fight and break free, don't let go say you love me tell me to fight it don't let them win. I've fought them off by myself since I was a small child. I don't want to fight anymore, they've tired me out entirely. I just want to sleep now, let them consume me. I am ready to be erased from the minds of all I have known and loved. But why can't I let you go? Why am I begging you to save me? I can't be selfish, I can't... I won't. I don't need it they left, the weight of loneliness is gone the imps that remind me everyone leaves have gone to bed. The maggots whose job it is to crawl on my skin to remind me that you don't want to wrap your arms around me, that the cold is the only one who desires to touch me have awoken now that I am still. It's finally their turn to feast on my existence, to tear my reality into chewable shreds. Don't worry, this won't kill me. It never does.
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Unnamed Feelings
RandomSometimes we feel happy, sometimes we don't. Here are some paragraphs that hopefully give a name to the feelings you refuse to tell others exist.
