Deleting Everything
I hate it that the person that gave me the best memories became nothing more than a memory/
When you can handle the pain, but you know you don’t deserve it/
is what hurts more than the pain itself. I know how you’re feeling/
Tired/
You don’t sleep because your mind and your heart are in a constant war... with each other/
My body literally wants to destroy itself/
I want to delete everything, abandon all my friends, and go missing for a while to get my life back in order/
Because right now, I’m a mess/
I’m destroyed/
They say I’ve been hurt too deep/
It’s true. But I can’t say that. If I say I’m hurt, I’m weak. I can’t be weak.
It’s like being a prisoner/
Like your feelings mold into a lump of clay and sit in the pit of your stomach like a boulder/
But, no matter how hard you try, you can’t hide from yourself/
It hurts when you go through your phone deleting pictures of you and the person you thought would forever be by your side.
Deleting everything.