All I ever do is sit in my room and cry.
Cry about how much I fucking hate everybody.
Cry about how fucking shit i constantly feel.
Cry about how I want you back, I need you back.
Cry about not being able to get rid of this constant pain I feel knowing I’m never going to be able to hold you, kiss you, touch you ever again.
Cry because deep down I know I have to get through this, I know it will get better I just have to hold on to every ounce of sanity I have left until this passes.
Fuck, I’m messed up.







