I won’t relive the past.
The present is torturous enough. The past holds too much pain.
I refuse to combine the two.
Accidental pressure leads to too much blood.
I’m sorry.
Emotional pain leads to more and more and more pain. Logic left behind, the lies of pain the only thing that remains.
I upset with him and I don’t need him.
I need him. And he’s all I want.
I want to die, but I didn’t mean to bleed this much.
I’m sorry.
I didn’t want to feel like this. Not again.
Not ever, fucking again.
I should have given up.
I’m sorry.
I know you won’t love me tomorrow. I know I won’t deserve it.
But I love you anyway. Even though I know I’m a fuck up.
I’m sorry.
I don’t deserve you. But I need you.
You hurt me, but I won’t let you take any blame.
I’m a fuck up. I’m a wreck. I’m a disaster.
You have every right to hate me. You all do.
I’m sorry.
I should just fucking go.