People die all the time
I know I do.
When I heard his voice for the very last time,
when I broke that promise not once but twice,
when I forgave someone I never should have,
when I gave it all up for someone who was never
ever
coming back.
People die all the time.
The people we love
become ghosts inside of us,
and I have tried to **** them
I have the scars to show it,
but we keep them alive like this.
I tried to **** him off,
I did,
but instead
I killed myself.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
People die all the time
I know I do.
When I heard his voice for the very last time,
when I broke that promise not once but twice,
when I forgave someone I never should have,
when I gave it all up for someone who was never
ever
coming back.
People die all the time.
The people we love
become ghosts inside of us,
and I have tried to **** them
I have the scars to show it,
but we keep them alive like this.
I tried to **** him off,
I did,
but instead
I killed myself.
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