When you think of committing suicide, you think;
Head in the oven
The things that go quick, makes it end all at once .
I commit every time I light a cig,
Or chose to drink till I black out .
Mine goes slow , my suicide .. doesn’t happen all at once .
It kills my soul, bc thats the real problem .
My soul is a monster, my emotions are demonic, my thoughts are sadistic .
You commit to die, I commit to live .
To live on with the world and the beauty it upholds .
Inside my head is the problem, you can’t always blame the world for the issues you’re thrown .
Some wounds are self inflicted, and well for me , thats exactly what it is .
We assume others show love the same way we do — and if they don’t, we worry it’s not there.(via losingthe-war)
I cry every time I think about how much things I’ve fucked up the past 5 months , I love you .
Despite literally everything I’ve done , to fuck things up ..
I love you, endlessly .
You’re my rock when I need stability .
You’re my joke when I need laughter .
You’re the arms that wrap around me when I need comfort .
You’re the kiss I need when I can’t stop blabbing on about pointless shit .
You’re the light in my darkness .
I used to be that light for yours, but I suppose mine burnt out .
The passion extinguished .
The love that once burned on the middle self, was blown out but my petty mistakes .
Never, not for one second, have I ever stopped loving you .