You can't **** your thoughts,
but you can **** yourself.

So, why not?

Die a little to survive.

I pinned your apology against my wall;
Looked at it for most of the days.

I went through hell, but I never stopped there.
Why tf would I stay in Hell?

I have healed my wounds on my own,
Without any closure,
And no apologies from you.

But if you think apologizing to me wil help you move forward, sure.

I'm way past you.

A sunflower actually makes me feel good, and I’m surprised by the fact that I can still feel better sometimes.

I spend more time biting my lips more than
I talk about my feelings.

More than anything,
I choose to bite my lips.

In an interview I was asked,
"If given the chance to move to a different country, where will it be?"

I'd be where the birds sing,
Where the water flows carelessly,
The fields green.
I'd move to anywhere I can feel what being alive truly means.

"Netherlands", I said.

Hoping she never saw that I am willing to go just right now.

Will wanting to die feel different in another country?