Sometimes it's hard to dismiss the constant clenching that takes place underneath my rib cage
What's even harder, is that my heart breaks all over again once I realize I am not always strong enough to fight for myself
As I sit here, on the edge of my bed, wearing your clothes, hugging the sheets and pillows as if they are you, the emptiness surrounds me..
What's the hardest though, is the fact that you're worth every little fight. And it's so ******* hard to look past that.
knowing I create my own destiny means nothing if you're gone