My throat is sore and my voice is raspy from singing all of the songs that remind me of you.
My fingers are calloused from playing random chords on my guitar all night to try and distract myself from thinking of you.
My room is littered with crumpled up shitty poems I wrote in attempt to describe how fucked up I am over you.
My stomach is in knots from thinking of you too much.
You've really messed me up, you know that?
I can barely speak anymore because of my aching throat.
I can barely play guitar anymore because of my shredded fingers.
I can barely write anymore because nothing makes sense.
I can barely smile anymore because the thought of you now makes me shaky and sick.
You've really messed me up, and you don't even know.
