[This is what I deserve. You love me. And I love you. But slowly.]
I'm dying from inside out. Will I ever live through this? Tell me that I won't. Tell me that I'm doomed. That no one can save me. Comfort me. Make me believe that I'm far from redemption. Feed me these lies. Make me believe. So unbearable. I'm supposed to suffer. And it's working. Quite well, actually. Don't say it.... You know I do too. I'll never speak again. This pain is too much. I love it for only one reason. But the rest is non-existant. I hate all of this for the same reason. Which one? Love or Hate? Make me believe.
I'm stuck in Hell. ♥
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