I am sad, and this sadness has nothing to do with the existence of an external cause, I am sad because I stopped doing what I love, to see myself as I used to see me before, I am sad because my happiness preceded me or may no longer accompany me, I am sad because so many of me have fallen and my intention to pick it up It's almost non-existent, I'm sad that I'm not back to me again
I avoid my feelings, because they are always overflowing, and I am tired of trying to survive, and I can no longer bear to drown in anything.
I no longer have the energy for meaningless relationships. Not everyone is meant to stay.
Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything and all that you did was make me fucking sad
I either have too many thoughts and words that they start spilling everywhere or I've absolute silence, inside and out