CLUMSYSADTHOUGHTS.

Breathe. Don't forget to breathe. My eyes sting. My mascara's mixed with my tears. I don't understand. This hurts so much. Happy, wasn't that what I felt? Even if it was only for a moment. Shouldn't it had stayed? Why don't I feel like that anymore. I don't want this heart anymore, my heart. Take it. I don't want this pain. Take care of me...hold me and tell me that you honestly, genuinely care about me. Tell me that you won't ever hurt me, won't ever want to. This isn't my fault...I didn't want for this to happen. I don't want to think anymore. I hold myself. My fingers on my arms like I would feel better but I won't. Make me believe that I would never feel this way again. I need to sleep. I can't sleep. STOP CRYING WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. I wish you cared. I wish I never made you mad. I wish I could have stopped. I feel sore all over. That only makes me cry harder.