she enjoys nothing more. i feel like i'm getting better in a way. i think the meds are starting to kick in, i'm happy lately. i'm not going to lie though, i still have this knot in my stomach. my mind is still a mess, but i just have this manic feeling making me happy, pushing me to say positive things. it's weird. i'm struggling to find a way to get to where i want to be. its so freaking frustrating....i wish the answer was closer. i'd give anything to be with her, but everything around me is against it...well not against it, more of an "it's not the right time." but it so is! ahh.
i keep having these thoughts of just jumping on a plane and running away. i want to
so badly, but things are just starting to get a little bit better. i feel like i'm starting to get "better." but i just need that one thing to make it right....just having that one person to have there. anywhere that's closer.
i'm so scared i'm going to lose her. i know that sounds paranoid, but i just have this uneasy feeling that something will happen. i miss something i have never even had...isn't that how it always is? wanting what we can't have...
pushing to get to something right.
something to ensure i made it through this fight.
the nights go on and still i give in,
to everything that breaks me up inside, of everything i cut into my skin.
bleed like you never have before.
let it run deep through the floor.
seep through the ceiling below,
just let go.
don't hold it inside anymore.
you can't hide behind a sore.
you cut in so deep, but you dont really know
how far that blade really goes.
it shows in your reflection.
there's a defect in your flesh.
you can't cover yourself with this mesh.
it hides what you are inside.
do you wonder if the pain will someday subside?
that you can break this habbit?
one day do you think you could possibly,
be free?
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distressedCurrent Music: Saves The Day - Nightingale