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Whenever I want to cut, my guardian angel tells me;

“Every feeling passes my dear, just wait (do not cut) and you will feel euphoric once again.”

If every feeling passes, that means that the loss he feels from losing me will pass.
He will move past the feeling of long-sufferingly waiting for me.

He is going to continue on. The feeling of love he has for me that he clutches on to will pass.

The very idea of ‘every feeling passing’ is the new ideology that drives me to want to...
*slice my wrists open ruthlessly.
To my guardian angel who may be reading this. I love you. I am just venting. Tonight has been difficult but your encouragement and reassurance is what wipes every tear off my face. I will be okay and this feeling will pass.
I was so caught up
trying not to lose you
that I ended up
losing myself
I lost the friend you loved.
I loved him
I truly loved him
But you shouldn't fear the one you love
At lest I think you shouldn't

He loved
He truly loved me
But you shouldn't yell at the one you love
At lest I think you shouldn't

I would always say I love you
But you would never say I love you too just love you too
You would yell and throw things
I would say it's ok. Please. Stop.



I loved him
I truly loved him
But you shouldn't fear the one you love.

He loved me
Or so I thought
I guess I knew he didnt from the start
Ok this is really really bad ugh!! im most likely gonna delete it
 Dec 2015 Detached Dreamer
icarus
two coffees
shaking hands
racing pulse
cancelled plans

cold apartment
lonely tears
boring reruns
empty beers

quiet room
unmade bed
took all the pills
now she’s dead
This could actually be considered the spiritual successor to Sugar Rush. I wrote it because I'd had two coffees and was off the walls.
Nights are the most difficult.
It's when I miss you the most.
The worst part is, when I'm having a nightmare about losing you and I roll over for your comfort, you're not there.
 Dec 2015 Detached Dreamer
mk
your kindness is patronizing
keep your pity to yourself
i'd rather lose you
than lose myself
She's very much alive
But she is dead to me
The decision wasn't mine
She wanted to be
A tombstone in my mind
A grave inside my heart
A perpetual funeral
That has no end or start
There is no wreath to set
No flowers to lay
The only place that this exists
Is buried in my wake
All else
Falls away
When I see your face.

Please stay with me
Always.
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