months came and months went
I still felt trapped inside this tent.
I couldn't breathe and the walls were caving in on me.
I was drowning in the memories of us, and nobody could see my cuts.
I tried to rise above but I kept sinking down.
so I gave up, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I couldn't stay, but I need to go away.
I miss being happy
I miss being in love
I miss smiling
I miss waking up and not wishing I hadn't
and most importantly,
I miss being me
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC
months came and months went
I still felt trapped inside this tent.
I couldn't breathe and the walls were caving in on me.
I was drowning in the memories of us, and nobody could see my cuts.
I tried to rise above but I kept sinking down.
so I gave up, and I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I couldn't stay, but I need to go away.
I miss being happy
I miss being in love
I miss smiling
I miss waking up and not wishing I hadn't
and most importantly,
I miss being me
slowly getting out of your trap
