The words you said to me, they couldn't set me free.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
6:25 PM
Breaking down. I want to reach out and touch you. Feel you there. Reassurance.
You might have been my saving grace.
Might have been.
I wanted to tell you everything but its too late now isn't it. You could've helped me.
I won't say goodbye because I cling on to that measly hope that you'll come back. How foolish of me. Wishful thinking.
Because no matter how hard I try, I can never be half as good as whatever you want.
Its too late now. Relapse. And its worse than you think.
I'm broken, do you hear me?
I'm blinded, but you are everything I see.