im not sure if im depressed i mean im not sad but im not exactly happy either I can laugh and joke and smile during the day but sometimes when im alone at night i forget how to feel. The truth of how we all feel
Don't talk to me touch me or say you can handle me if you don't know my scars If you can look at me and say I'm ok then don't speak to me about loving me I'm broken and I can't handle anyone playing with my heart again
She never "remembered" all the little things i did. It was always, in her eyes, how "horrible" i was. I was never good enough. Everything i did was to "betray" her. Guess what? I've found the courage to let you go. I finally love myself enough.