God,why have you created me so eternally dissatisfied.

So frightened,so bitter.

Why must I suffer so hellishly for my insignificance.

This darkness its eating me up from the inside and however fast I run I just can't seem to lose it.

It's a silent killer.

Everyday I am losing part of me I didn't know I had lost.

How much more days can I last? How many nights am I going to cry blood?

Is this how heartbreak feels?

Maybe she's not the best at being loved, but she is pretty amazing at loving.

Everytime I feel good I think it will last forever but it doesn't

Happiness is a butterfly.

I want to be like a dandelion.

So wild.

So free.

Just overthinking the little things is what leaves me in ruins.