Sometimes i think its my fault for being in this position. For letting people treat me the way that they did.
You should not
have to rip yourself
into pieces to keep
He: What’s the matter with you?
Nothing was slowly clotting my arteries. Nothing slowly numbing my soul. Caught by nothing, saying nothing, nothingness becomes me. When I am nothing they will say surprised in the way that they are forever surprised, “but there was nothing the matter with her.