Odd how we fight to breath in our panick attacks when we actually want to die.

Somehow darkness feels like home.

I died a thousand times for you. For each pain you felt I ached much more. For your single tear I sheded a river of tears. For your questions I fought to find an answer. And now I am lost as you. I don't know where home is. Funny how we both felt bad for the orphan and not ourselves.I know now what is more funny is how we didn't realise we were one too.

Its all fun and games until someone kills themselves right?

Years from now maybe I will forget all this horrible times but I would reach to grab a coat and there they are, My masterpieces just lying in my wrists,untouched. It will be like no time has passed and it will drive me back to this nightmare.
-Yeab T🎨-

Maybe what if we broke our own heart