While he phyically feels like he's rotting, I feel like I'm being torn...
Torn, shredded like a thin fabric from the inside, out
But here I am just letting him tell me how it feels.
I hate being in love. I always fall in love with people who smile at thought of ripping people's throats out....
While he says he could be a serial killer...
I can barely even stand to punch my sister....
People that could hurt another person make me fucking sick. By people I mean animals too.
Why does this happen to me? I want one normal anchor in my life....
I don't want him leaving me to go back to the mental hospital once again, so I am alone to my thoughts... It WILL kill me, that I'm sure of. It's just a matter of time now...
Someone please stop the feelings. I don't want to feel anything. I want to be a soul-less, thoughtless monster with no remorse....
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