Don’t want to scream and shout but I can’t seem to figure it out I feel like half a person a big hole in soul a big hole in my heart when I reach out to you you just tear me more apart
and I wish I was better maybe better off dead I let myself go through it be in it just to get you out of my head.
it’s so easy for you to be mean hide behind your smoke screen if you ever loved me if you ever cared I can’t tell I’m not well you love seeing me down you love putting me through hell
and I wish I was happy maybe I’d be better off dead I have to get through this be in this just to shed you from my head
I know things will get easier time heals or so they say but right now I’m all kinds of broken -just waiting out the days
until I’m okay again
Above is a great journal to help you get through a breakup. Sometimes keeping a record of how you feel and what you’re going through day by day can help you better understand yourself and be more self-aware. It also can help you be aware of unhealthy patterns and habits.
the years go by so fast warp speed did I need… all the crazy all the bullshit??? I don’t understand how so many years have passed in a flash of light in the beat of a heart sometimes I just want to go back to back to the start just yesterday I was there now I’m here aged in the age of lament with all those years and days and moments spent with all the people and places and things that went along now gone time the bittersweet heartbreaker
what’s it all about to be with only then to be left without it’s kind of a cruel joke we are born just to croak
all the pain and all the joy we will never be here again not like this not this moment not ever again let the love in let the bullshit go
you will miss this you will miss I miss it more than you will ever know
lightning bolt eyes star kissed smile i haven’t been fooled by that face in awhile
words dipped sweet kissed sugar lips I drown in a rush of slippery slips
you comfort me with a whisper of sweet nothings you relax me to sleep before the kill and make me feel it’s such a thrill your touch is the clutch that tangles me and strangles me softly hard and hardly soft I open my eyes to realize a moment too late then forever gone and so am I.
murdered by love or assisted suicide either way a perfect way to die.