Why is it every time I adore you,
I lose you?
Just when I began to love you fully, thinking I'm safe from the pain,
I find myself reeling from a slap to the face.
I find myself running my fingers softly across your name and saying "I still love you."
Am I finally just another dusty trophy memory?
I'm trying not to be bitter.
I'm trying not to be angry.
I'm trying not to feel betrayed... again.
It's still numb from the last time and now it just stings...
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Depression Session
RandomHello, for the sake of names, you can call me Jaxin (not my actual name, but I always did love that one.) This is the storage shed for all my thoughts when I'm having one of my "sessions". This is my safe space for me the come and sort out what I'm...
