I like sad things.
Sad things make me happy.
Sad things make me feel
Less alone

he’s not broken like me,
so i hide my cracks—
afraid he’ll see the light
slipping through.

sure,
but why did you care about me?
no one ever did before.
is this what it feels like
to feel okay?
because i don't recognize this feeling.
not at all.

i want to forget
the awful things that you did
but they keep repeating
repeating
repeating
in my head
so every night
i lay awake
letting your words repeat
repeat
repeat
in my head
forever
until the day i die

haha
i really hope that's gonna come soon