Sometimes at three am,
I think of you.
And sometimes at three am,
When my chest aches and my eyes burn from exhaustion and the non stop flow of tears,
I see you in the bottom of a bottle of pain killers.
I need you so fucking much baby,
So I keep taking them.
Pill after pill after fucking pill,
Trying to reach you.
God damn it I need you so fucking much.
You're within my grasp, but you keep slipping through my fingers like sand.
But pill after pill after fucking pill brings me closer to you honey; closer than I've been in a while.
I miss you so much it hurts,
Like you're repeatedly stabbing me in the chest,
Laughing gleefully at my pain.
You never did before, but I'm starting to think that you do now.
So baby, stop fucking laughing at me.
I'm taking pill after pill after fucking pill to get to you.
I need you to breathe,
And darling,
I'll be with you soon,
Finally breathing the air that's been deprived from me for too long.
And baby I got to you,
By swallowing pill after pill after fucking pill,
Until the numbness spread throughout my body,
Like water spreading across a counter top,
And I was finally at peace.
//omfg okay so @ellawhoran SUCKS at texting people back. She told me like four hours ago that she'd brb & then she neveR TEXTED ME BACK LIKE TF BITCH
JUST KIdDING I LovE You
