i try.
i try everyday to get up in the morning and feel good about myself
and tell myself that im happy and that im okay with this.
then i realize that im not okay, or happy, or anything anymore.
you destroyed me.
i remember the memories
the feelings we had for eachother
the way you would touch me.
it was so delicate, and precious.
i wake up every morning telling myself that i cant do this anymore and that i'll never be okay with this
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
i try.
i try everyday to get up in the morning and feel good about myself
and tell myself that im happy and that im okay with this.
then i realize that im not okay, or happy, or anything anymore.
you destroyed me.
i remember the memories
the feelings we had for eachother
the way you would touch me.
it was so delicate, and precious.
i wake up every morning telling myself that i cant do this anymore and that i'll never be okay with this
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