12 AM Thoughts

31st of january 2018

maybe if i fall in love with my anxiety it'll leave me too

-Are you okay?-

-No.-

-Where do you want to go?-

-Away.-

No matter what I do it's never good enough.

I'm sick of myself.

-and I'm so fucking lonely.

You almost convinced me I mattered.

Too sad to cry
So she smiled

I fall too fast, crash too hard, forgive too easy, and care too much.

We both knew I wasn't enough.

A blade's your worst best friend.

I was born, but never lived.

I tried. I failed. I'm sorry.

How can emptiness be so heavy?

I'm afraid I'm easy to forget.

Dried eyes, broken heart, depressed mind.

Nothing kills you like your own mind.

They wrecked me and I apologized.

It still hurts at three AM.

If I could I would feel nothing.

I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted; I tried.