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• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

Four knives

people who don't believe in me

people who stopped giving a damn:

 

I try time and time again

but you barely speak to me now.

 

there's so much stuff going on,

and I want you to be a part of it

like you used to.

 

so I made an effort to connect.

you gave me shit for it;

and didn't even take the time to say goodbye.

 

what am I supposed to do?

I can't keep begging for one more little meaningless chat,

hoping that'll make us good again.

 

it all hurts too goddamn much,

and now I have to stop

even if I don't want to.

 

I don't like to give up

I don't want to leave behind the ones that once made me feel safe;

but I guess things haven't been like they used to be.

 

I think I have to meet other people either way.

I need someone who knows me,

someone who wants to keep up.

 

'cause you fell behind long ago;

you don't tell me what you've dreamt anymore.

and even admitting that I might have to let you go

 

feels like putting four sharpened knives through my aching chest.

 

 

Sala