Going, going, going, gone.
You keep pulling me back for a let down. Everyday I dream of the way things were. Its mind boggling how much things have changed. How every single thing is different from what they used to be. How my days of the week have even been effected by all of this. My thoughts are all a blur and my tears seem to wash up any luck I had for getting through this. My cheeks are drenched with the salty taste of my insides and the repetitive smell makes me feel nauseated. Always trying to escape, even just for a moment; being somewhere else even for a second is better than nothing. Give me those drugs you’re holding, whatever they may be; just get me out of here.
I’m going, I promise. Please don’t miss me. Please don’t miss all the things I did for you, all the things I surrendered for you. The little heart that I had is now crushed. My bones are colliding together and making me feel weak. But I hope that everything you have put me through stops putting you in so much pain. I don’t like seeing you sad. I don’t like watching you feel so upset about the unbearable ache I am going through. I know, I know, I love you too.
Mmm, I hope you realize how sarcastic all of that was.
I’m gone.
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