currently listening to: ribcage by mary lambert
i'm not important, i'm not important. she whispers to herself in the never-ending dark and flutters of lightbugs comfort her. they're so beautiful, but they die off so quickly. they leave her too soon and the lonely soul waits for more to come and guide her with their light. those that stay alive will always leave her alone, even when she cries for them. all that they left was a sad girl with a empty and shattered heart, unable to truly love anybody.
she wants to rip out that miserable excuse for a heart out, maybe her breathing will stop. but she waits and waits for her light to come back and show her the ugly beauty in the world. she's tired of waiting for those who lie to her and then always leave in the end. i hate you, go die. she yells, but she doesn't even know who she's talking to anymore.
you promised to be careful with small fragile me and you shattered all i am to the fucking ground, you bastard.
YOU ARE READING
antics.
Randomjust personal thoughts and a way for me to vent without bothering anyone, nothing important.
