I can't get over you. Two months and I'm still a broken mess. My eyes are more often then not puffy from crying so please.
Tell me you hate me. That I was a mistake. Make it go away please. I love you so much, please make it go away.
Tell me how ugly I am. Tell me you hate my fucking brains. Say it please. Tell me I was just a game for you, that you never cared.
Tell me something please. Tell me to go die, something so that maybe I'll stop crying, hurting. You don't understand how much pain I'm in. And until you say something telling me were I stand, how you feel, I'll continue loving you because there's nothing stopping me.
Hate me please. Take your hate out on me. Do it, say you never loved me. Let my heart break. Or tell me something else.
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Surviving | In The Life Of An Author
De TodoJust my corner of the world were I can talk about life. Don't hate just appreciate that I can tell the world how I feel. - Started - February 25th, 2018 - Ended - August 8th, 2018
