I have always loved everything about you. Even what I didn’t understand.
If I died, you wouldn’t miss me at all. You wouldn’t shed one tear. So why do I still love you with all my heart? Why do I put your happiness before mine? It’s obnoxiously idiotic, but I’ll still love you even after I die and you’re nowhere near my grave due to your indifference.
I just can’t come to terms with what I’m dealing with
The hell inside me and the heaven that left me
I put my foundations in flesh and bone, Humans were not meant to be homes and i do not feel warmth from the black clouds above my head, I’m soaked to the bone and I’m so homesick