Another door closes. And I’m left alone in this airless vacuum. People walking away, having saved me, having given empty promises. They all walk away in the end...
Hope is such a fragile thing. Such an easy thing to fall desperately in love with, only to have that devotion shattered into millions of pieces.
Hope is so cruel. Hope is so unjust. And yet, I fall for it every single time. I’m such a fool.
I’m nothing but a worthless piece of crap. I should have known better. I should have known better. I should never have ventured out with such an open heart, knowing so well it left me vulnerable. To love something, to want something, to need it so much that it obliterated everything else.
You open your heart, and the world will rip it out of your chest. You open your mind, and it will break you down.
I haven't cried in a long time. I'm not about to start now.
I don’t want to be conscious anymore.