It kills me to see your arms.
It breaks my heart. I wish I could take all your pain away. But I understand how hard it is for you. I know what it’s like to hate yourself. I hate me. But I love you. And I wish you didn’t hate the woman I loved. I wish you wouldn’t hurt her.
I just want to cry all the time.
I break down a lot. I’ve been too strong for far too long. I’m tired now. I’m tired of hiding and I’m tired of holding it all inside. I don’t have the energy to pretend it’s all okay anymore. Because it’s not okay. I’m not okay. I just want it all to be over. This isn’t me. But I guess I don’t really know who that is anymore. All I know...
My thoughts would break your heart.
If you could read my mind you’d be in tears.