I’m ashamed
I need certain substances to keep me sane
and pills at night to feel alright

‪‪Fake smiles, bloodshot eyes

a heavy heart
from a never ending war‬

‪....with myself. ‬

My mind is filled with questions
with ‘what ifs’ and what should have happened

In a flipped universe what would have been the notion?
Would we be together or would I still be the only one with emotion?

He sees himself as Christian Grey
but I’m not the Anastasia to make him quit the game
I don't think things will ever be the same
probably cause he left me to chase after “”fame””

for ****'s sake give your superficial ego a break‬

‪it masks your insecurities‬
‪but an empty person is all I see‬
‪all your potential has been absorbed by chemicals‬

‪all the pain has messed up your brain and I tried to refrain ‬
‪but I want to help you go back to yourself again‬

‪p.s. i dont like you, i dont love you‬
‪.....anymore‬.

Why does sadness feel like home?