12.19.19
Wednesday
6:47 PM
"are you the definition of insanity?"
i cant breathe. i cant sleep. why do i have this feeling inside of me? please get out of my head. haven't you done enough damage? i'm trying hard not to miss you. why is this such an issue? in fact, i was better off without you. all these memories flooding into my head make it so hard to move on. why do you have such a big affect on me? did i actually like you, or did i like the idea that maybe, just maybe, there's someone that actually liked me in this cruel world? i created these little scenarios in my head, perhaps i can't even tell my dreams from reality anymore. you don't care about me and you never did. but, those memories genuinely got me thinking that maybe i'm not that bad after all, or was that just another part of your ugly games? i'm tired. physically, emotionally, and mentally tired. i will be okay. maybe if i keep repeating it everything will get better...
YOU ARE READING
maybe.
Poetrywho says it's not possible? who says it couldnt be? we never know. so, just maybe.
