My face was tear stained, but i didn't care. My heart was crushed into a million pieces, but i didn't care. This world has no time for my pathetic useless emotions, but i don't care.
I'm crying not because i lost someone, but because i broke them, but i still don't seem to care. I don't understand, understand how to care, understand how to fix this, but i still try. My brain is like a deadly disease, and i know that, but i do care. I do love, and i am not broken. I was never broken, i was never awful, or ugly, or stupid, or clumsy, and i never broke you. You Broke yourself, and you blamed me. I took the fall, and you stood more tall, but it wasn't really my fault, i was the victim here, i was the one to hit the asphalt. So i guess i do care, just not about you.
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You Are Not Alone
RomanceJust a bunch of sad stuff i write to get out of a bad mood. trigger warning: has mentions of suicide, and suicide notes. also cringey peoms. cause im always TRIGGERED.
