the only indication that shows me that I still feel things is the emotions I feel for you. I feel so numb. My brain hurts and my heart feels heavy. where is the reason for why I am living? am I even living?
I only know I am because you make me feel okay. sometimes. sometimes, when I'm not dwelling on the times you ignored me, or the times you made me sad, you show me that I am capable of living. I wish that you would be mine so I can know that I can live. You're my reason, my rock.
YOU ARE READING
words to you, my muse
Romanceyou said you liked my writing. so here's a journal full of it. ================================ read with an open mind. all words/entries are written by me unless stated otherwise.
