I have tried so hard to make myself not feel. To keep myself from being hurt. To stay off these old roads long left abandoned. Stop it. Don't. You can't go there. Leave it alone. Its not for you. Do the right thing. The proper thing that leaves you empty. Abivilance. That's where you belong. Stop. Don't move any more.
Buckets and buckets of salt get you no where. You are not to be seen. Quit begging for them. Quit idley thinking "Let me know that you see me. That you look at me and actually see me,". The me I see in my head is not real. I don't know if she ever was or if she ever will be. Let it go.
Buckets and buckets of salt get you no where. You are not to be seen. Quit begging for them. Quit idley thinking "Let me know that you see me. That you look at me and actually see me,". The me I see in my head is not real. I don't know if she ever was or if she ever will be. Let it go.