sometimes i die.
every-time that the world comes to a screeching halt and the silence makes its presence known and shrieks into my ears,
i die.
every-time that i dwell on the past,
i die.
every-time that i think about what could have been,
i die.
i die quite often actually.
every-time that i think about you and what the fuck went on,
i die.
every-time that i try to look into your eyes and explain myself,
i die.
every-time that i try to piece together the messages,
i die.
every-time that i'm left alone,
i die.
you see,
i die almost everyday.
like right now,
i'm dying.
and it hurts.
excruciatingly.
gone.
- JEREMIAH JOHNSON
- Lafayette, Louisiana
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and just not giving a fuck.
It's crazy that every word you typed, I feel as well.
ReplyDeleteAs of now, I am dead.
We should talk soon.
text me. <3 you big.
Very honest, dramatic and dark. Yet it has some kind of a humorous undertone (well, at least to me). I like it.
ReplyDeletethank you, charlie.
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