it’s unfair that you get to be okay. because i’m standing here with my heart in my hands and my legs shaking every time i move and my knuckles bloodied from the hole in the wall that matches the hole in my chest that you left because you left and it’s unfair it is so ******* unfair that you’re okay when i have to pretend to be
you left when you promised you wouldn’t and now i have to pick up all the ******* pieces