17.05.08

my mother always told me,

that love was an easy thing.

i couldn't stand to sleep alone.

but that night was a horror show.

i can't stop thinking.

these thoughts are killing me.

they're going to eat me alive.

a year ago this wasn't me.

but now i can't seem to breathe.

i can't stop thinking.

these thoughts are killing me.

they're going to eat me alive.

and i can't wait to give myself to them.