I can’t satisfy your lust for a love story.
I can ****** your heart with a hate story.

Sorry, I won’t be able to satisfy your lust for a love story.
I can ****** your heart with a hate story.
A descent into darkness, I was all alone.
Scared, cold and the worst part – everything,
I felt helpless, useless and broken.
The simplest things felt like a marathon.
I went from being unable to breathe to
wishing that was my last breath.
I lost count of how many times I was ready
to walk away. I wanted to die.
Smile? I choked on voiceless screams.
Laugh? I couldn’t feel a single **** thing.
Cry? Can you imagine how sad it is to miss yourself?
I desperately wanted to feel okay.

I wasn’t.
Wish I knew that it was okay to not be okay.