My head hurts.
My heart hurts.
I am an utter mess.
Must I confess to you the silent thoughts that loom throughout my head?
The silent thoughts of how I wish I was dead.
But instead.
I bottle it all inside.
For one guy.
I try.
The hardest decision when you want to die.
Hiding everything inside.
Constant lies of "I'm okay"
Must I confess how I am unable to eat without feeling nauseous.
Trying, yet, knowing.
It'll make you sick anyway.
Deprivation of sleep.
Feeling completely empty.
Can nothingness even die?
Nothing is what I feel inside.
My silent thoughts are beginning to leak.
Then he speaks and at that moment the silence is beat.
My heart is content.
The pounding in my head is absent.
Absence..