I'm done.
I can't do this anymore.
Not anymore.
I want the bad dreams to go away. I wish I could forget he even exists. I wish the good memories didn't make me cry at night. I wish I saw what an ass he is, sooner than I did. I wish I saw through the lies and stories.
I have anxiety attacks in my sleep, at college, at work and it's horrible. I shake so much and I have to fight to not cry. I just.... I wish I didn't care. But I do. And it sucks that I do. The bad memories don't just come as simple flashbacks now, they come in fast and painful as if it only happened an hour ago.
I can't do this anymore. I don't want to go on like this.
He wins.
I want out. Now.
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Heartbroken, Heartbreaker
Poesia-Possible Triggers, Be Warned- These are my thoughts, my feelings, this is my life, and I'm going to let you see it. Lyric snippets I've written myself, words I wrote to him, tumblr posts, lyrics that spoke to me... It's all here. All Rights Reserve...
