10/25/2020 6:10pm the only people i want to talk to are the ones who can never know me. the problem with talking to my

10/25/2020 6:10pm
the only people i want to talk to are the ones who can never know me. the problem with talking to my

10/25/2020 6:10pm

the only people i want to talk to are the ones who can never know me. the problem with talking to my fellow mentally unstable friends is that they understand me too well. on the other hand, i could never burden a stable person with my problems, with my constant desire for death and pain. instead, i sit here weaving through conversations with you in my head. somewhere, in some other reality, i tell you i want to kill myself and you tell me you’re sorry i’m hurting and hold me until it stops. in another reality, i find myself in tears at your door and you let me in. in this reality, i tell you i’m hurting and you don’t know what do and in my pain i cut you off. i still want you, more than anything, but i don’t know how. i don’t know how to be the person you want me to be. i’m no longer the one in love with a ghost, you are, and yet the notion is turning my blood to needles, not yours.

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