Jan 28, 2010 17:09
Do you ever feel empty?
Like the breath has been stolen from your lungs, and someone is sitting on your chest?
Like everything is slowly crushing you all at once and you're trying to choke down air the best you can?
That's how I feel right now. My whole body is covered in goosebumps.
I want to convince myself that I did not do this.
I want to believe I will be okay.
I want to blame this on you.
But this is my fault, I did this to myself, but not because I am a bad person. Because I had faith, and because I am stupid, and because I truly wanted to believe we could change. Not because I'm crazy or dramatic, but because I put myself in the situation thinking things would change. They won't change. Now I'm left hurt, again, and this is only the millionth time. I should be used to something like this. Thanks for the worst two years of my life. Since I met you, nothing but negativity has come.
Thank you for freeing me.
For when you finally gave up, you finally let me go.