i'm watching, watching everyone else live their lives. i'm watching everyone i've ever cared about move past me without glancing back, and as the minutes tick by, i'm unsure whether or not this truly bothers me then again i don't know if that last thought belongs to the darkness i'm so inclined to believe is embedded in my soul, or if the thought is my own. there's this heaviness that just sits in my chest, weighing me down, telling me my thoughts would make more sense if i just stopped breathing.
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Fall Apart
PoetryHe fell out of love with her. --- Please don't read if you cannot handle self harm, eating disorders, anything dealing with mental illnesses, and traumatic experiences. Keep in mind that not all my stories contain the content mentioned above and is...
