I turn to talk to you,
Then I catch myself being too trusting.
Then I hide everything.
Then I shut you out.
Then I hate myself for everything you did to me.
Then I hurt myself for all the things I think I deserve.
Then I'm numb again...
Then I try to heal what can't be fixed
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
I turn to talk to you,
Then I catch myself being too trusting.
Then I hide everything.
Then I shut you out.
Then I hate myself for everything you did to me.
Then I hurt myself for all the things I think I deserve.
Then I'm numb again...
Then I try to heal what can't be fixed
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