When i think, i find that the emotions i have felt in the past might have just been faded. Like a shooting star, not knowing where it's going but still aging on, growing faint until its death.
Maybe my feelings were justified in the moment. But now, just dimmed down to being toneless.
                           Let me be me, let me have emotion.

I just want someone who will love me like i love me. Put my makeup on when im sad, do my hair when i feel exhausted. See me for who i aspire to be. Not my feelings, but who I am. See the rot i have in my heart and heal me. As i try to do for others. Because i do love myself. But who will love the unloved.

Why do i feel so much, yet seem to feel the wrong things.

You're explosive, everyone knows that.
But when it comes to me, you cool down,
just like the arctic, stagnate.

you are so temperamental i draw a fever. . .

I still remember you, the fragment of you in my mind. Still laughing, still loving me. Our hearts still beating at the same pace. I have done wrong upon you. But please, remember my promise, my unconditional love. Still, boundless. My love.

All the rage, sadness, numbness, and miserable feelings don't stop. They never stop. Through my whole essence, it will never be cast away. Forever leaking from my bones. Grief. Sorrow. Broken. Never restoring, Incessant. In my soul.
I will endlessly be Fragmented...

You, You're The reason this nonstop voice is always yelling. Always screaming to get out. Never silent, never happy with anything. Everlasting sorrow and despair. Enraged with the lack of life. Ripping the soul out of my being, tearing my brain and molecules to bits and pieces. Never content with where your at, stop doing this to me. Stop thinking about every single bad thing there is to possibly think about. Making me dred every wake up and every sleep. The awful thoughts of everything all at once, all the time.