I will sleep with my eyes o p e n . I will breathe u n d e r w a t e r . I will drink my coffee c o l d if that is what it takes to become less like y o u . The thought of being like you is so p a i n f u l , I'd rather d r o w n . Loving you is the most painful memory-I'd rather p e e l off my skin in the places you left your kisses. The places you bit and licked and left your l o v e . Some say, "it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all." I cannot bring myself to agree with such words, because the pain of loosing you was far too much to bear than the idea of never having known you. Call me a ******* coward for running away from this pain, but if I have to face it another day, I would rather d i e.
you told me it was over i hear it loud and clear but deleting our messages broke my heart taking down our pictures on my wall hurt like hell and giving back your stuff was unimaginably painful until i had no trace left of you but the memories then i knew, it was over
dying is an interesting feeling i suppose, up till now, ive never seriously considered it the physical sensation guess it's cause you never really know how you'll go it just happens, and it happens that's it sometimes its really slow or very painful lucky ones go peacefully and for them, it's all very tranquil though who has luck
There isnt any space left to hide I see you have caught up with me again old friend I thought I left you behind all those years ago When I escaped the ruins of childhood I see that you are a good detective Always one step behind me Always lurking in the shadows Just waiting to confront me But somehow I knew this day would come Didn’t think it would be today though Today was not the day I expected you I have spent my entire life evading you And now where else can I hide? I doubt very much you would understand And let me go this one last time? I don’t suppose I could elude you in a bottle of ***** Or perhaps some fantastic day dream Or even some other destructive pleasure? I see your face changing, getting angrier And feel your beckoning becoming more forceful But I am not ready to confront you now Please Mr. Past, be patient with me Depart from me this once again Today is just too soon My heart is not ready to feel your sting And my mind is too restless to think Tomorrow I promise to deal Give me another day to prepare myself Please once more, let me hide And you seek
Oftentimes intrusive thoughts come in moments we least expect. The worst ones are those of past hurts. Sometimes , just to avoid facing the painful memories, we hide in activities that may not be healthy.