Trying My Best Not To Cry, But It Hurts

i’m a pro at pretending to be ok.

it’s so painful to watch yourself grow cold, bitter, and resentful, even toward small, irrelevant things, when all you’ve ever wanted was just to be warm, gentle, kind, and loving.

I destroy every bridge I cross, and then wonder why I’m stranded in the darkness, crying out for a rescue I’ll never let happen

I end things, before they end me.

No me entiendo, a veces no siento nada y me asusta, pero otras veces siento tanto que desbordo.

Where do i go if nowhere and no-one feels like home anymore

No quiero que me salves. Quiero que estés a mi lado mientras me salvo.