I guess love is a selfish thing.
Mature… Maturity is being able to see the consequences of my actions. I see every consequence, I just don’t give any care. I don’t want to be alive and alone and I havent since I was 10… It won’t change
You really don’t love me, do you?
You love what you want of me… Just like every other time… Looks like none of us are special are we. How real.
They used to say in jest I’d never be able to ‘actually’ love if “that we’re the case”… Why is everything so numb. What happened to me. What is going on. Why won’t anyone see I’m looking for someone’s hand… Anyone’s hand to actually feel.
Can anyone love, does anyone love. How would anyone be sure. Who knows what it is in the first place. Who has the right to say who’s love is right. Why can’t I be one to feel it. So numb, everyone in close, they close it off and I get scared of trying again until they open up like they used to. Thing is, they never open up in time… It’s always too late.
You know… It’s be amazing if you showed up at my door and apologized for what you did… You never did anything but an apology on behalf of it all would mean the world…
No one is here
To help
(Source: love-tragedy)
