it's been 72 days without us,
i'm still picking myself apart,,
not because of it,
i just.. you know how i don't like myself..
picking my skin
my face,, like you did,
my fingers,, bloody,
torn apart,, like my heart,
i just,
i can't help it,
you loved me..
why can't i love me too..?
when you picked yourself apart,
i wish i was there,,
you don't deserve what you went through,..
you know i love you more than words...
i asked for my stuff back,,,
no one answered,,
i miss you
so much,,
it doesn't seem real..
was it,,
were you real,,,
after it all,
i'm okay now,
actually i'm okay without you,,
without us.
