I have no one to talk too
I have no one to tell the thoughts that are rushing in the back of my mind
And it hurts
There is nothing I wanna do more than sit down, have a hot drink, and tell you what I did last weekend.
But instead of telling someone, I'm here, writing it down.
And it hurts.
The only person I cared about, left my life last week by choice.
He told me he was unavailable for me and was worried about some others girls relationship.
And that, that hurts.
It hurts so bad that I have put up a brick wall of unloveable pain that surrounds my unemotional heart.
I put on a fake smile to let you know that suicide isn't on the top of my mind every blinking second
But it is, and it hurts.
My therapist tells me I'll get over it and that it's just a phase.
But no mom it's not a phase!
I've been this way my whole life, and it's hurts.
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts.
I'll stop hurting the moment I die.
