“The World Doesn’t Seem Like Such A Bad Place When I’m With You.”

i am not enough and it’s eating me alive

i don’t know why i feel sad, but i’m tired of feeling this way

I was just a corpse you saw fit to drag around.

What hurts is that he was capable of love. Of caring. Of kindness. But I wasn’t good enough or worthy for him or that love.

— but she was

i’m the problem. i’m draining to be around. i turn everything good into something toxic. i can’t stop myself from ruining everything, no matter how hard i try. i’m the only one to blame. i’m poison to everyone around me, i destroy everything i touch

Lately it’s getting really hard to think about how much others will hurt if I kill myself. I don’t wanna hurt anymore. I’m tired of living because I don’t want to cause pain to others. Who is thinking about how much living is destroying me.