When people get hurt; when their trust is thrown a curve ball. They build walls, but I build a fucking skyscraper. I will never make a mistake of giving my all, as much as I want to into a relationship anymore. Because, when things get skewed, and you’re standing without a hand to hold.. That’s when you feel the regret of giving your only heart and your only mind to one person that you thought was more than a person. And as my skyscraper gets unwanted renovations and add more and more floors, I am scared no one will want to ride that damn elevator anymore. I am worried that people will get to a certain floor and realize they need to get the hell out of it cause I am not worth the time. I just want to know that someone will try to get to the roof, and if you do decide to jump I will catch you every time.. And not want to leave my fragile arms.
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.
If you’re feeling down, just know you’re here for a reason. You have a purpose. No one really knows what theirs is, but you’ll find it one day, I promise. Think about it… if you were to commit suicide… here’s what would happen.
Your bestfriend would find out, and she/he will colapse. Think of how…