Journal

I've always wondered why I loved you, and I guess I'll never know.

I can't let you see me like this

it's too painful for the both of us.

I crave your gentle touch,

the petting of my hair,
and sweet kisses when I cried.

You're lost to me forever

I don't know if I'll last that long.

For without you, I'm nothing.

I wish I could just touch you one more time and feel the love from your body radiating to my own. Without your love I break and cry. I cut and slice and need stitches in my heart. It's broken and left to bleed out. No one in life sees my slow and painful death, lasting long and breaking me more. I got asked why I was so fucking weak, here is my answer: I lost everything, inside I am dead. I don't want to be saved. I want to die my slow and painful death.