This is how I die.
It's over.
I killed it.
Or maybe he did.
It's been dead for so long.
But now it's really over.
It has to be this time.
I can't take anymore pain, but this hurts so much more.
The part that hurts the most...
Knowing that the one person you have always given yourself completely to has discarded you like an old pair of jeans. They don't think about you anymore, they don't care about your tears and fears and life anymore, they don't catch themselves wondering what you're doing at a certain moment, and they certainly have no desire to put forth effort.
No one should feel the way that I do all of the time.
It's just not right.
I killed it.
Or maybe he did.
It's been dead for so long.
But now it's really over.
It has to be this time.
I can't take anymore pain, but this hurts so much more.
The part that hurts the most...
Knowing that the one person you have always given yourself completely to has discarded you like an old pair of jeans. They don't think about you anymore, they don't care about your tears and fears and life anymore, they don't catch themselves wondering what you're doing at a certain moment, and they certainly have no desire to put forth effort.
No one should feel the way that I do all of the time.
It's just not right.