Love // Thought

pouring my heart

I poured my heart out into this; let this be my escape, so I can become as sane as I possibly can, I found sanctification in this.

Why is it, that my family has to put up with this? We seem to never have it all together. I guess, I'm fine with it. I have to be, it's all I've ever known.

Maybe I'd be different, I'd probably just be where I am sooner, I would've left sooner.

I wasn't supposed to meet everyone I've met, I shouldn't have got my heartbroken so easily. Shouldn't have even seen his face.

I shouldn't have been so eloquent, and even let people in. Maybe then I wouldn't be hurt, and I would care less.