and the pain I’ve caused myself by attempting to explain them to you, has opened up wounds I never knew I had.
I feel like I could fall apart at the seams at any moment, I already am hanging on barely by a thread.
I have no one to talk to, no one to cry to, and no one to hold me, and tell me everything will be okay.
It’s fine, because I know that everything will most definitely not be okay.
I’ve already slipped your mind.