Shirts too big, silence, fake laugh, trust issues. Daily breakdowns, broken defences, world fallen apart. Darkness, loneliness, songs that I can't listen to. Wrong words, hands shaking, nails bitten. Handwritten sheets, tears wiped, voices in my head, voice cracks. You know, every physical and mental states to go through in a though heartbreak. It's hard, it's rough, and you've got to fight this shit. You just want this person, not anyone else. It's hard to give up on that one person, you just feel like there's not a single person you could love that much. Your eyes lose that one sparkle without him.. And you think that it's lost forever. You want to scream at him for breaking your life, but you want to hug him and kiss him and hear him telling you it's okay. That's what you want to hear. That it will be okay. That things will fall back together. But you cannot talk to him, because he doesn't care anymore. It wasn't as hard for him.. But you pray every night to get him back, you pray to get your smile back, you pray that it'll be okay. But when someone asks you if you're okay, you say you are. Because you'll be, no? Not today, not tomorrow... But someday, yea. You hope all these tissues, all these tears, it will stop, that it helped you get through it...
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I'm not feeling like that lately - but I know some friends are. And I just want to show my support to anyone suffering.. ❤️
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