i still remember that day when you text me for the first time, i didn't expect anything at first. but turns out we get really close and its my fault for having a thing for you. look at us now, we are back at being strangers again. we didn't even start anything so why we stopped?

yes, it’s you i welcome death with

let it hurt, until it doesn't

so, why do you keep letting go?

when you lose something you can’t replace.

not even heal yet but you adding some scars and bruises again

think of me once in a while, take care.

we had matching wounds but mine’s still black and bruised and yours is perfectly fine.

i .. without you, i can’t breath properly

i’ve got way too much time to be this hurt. somebody, help its getting worse…