Blind

You don’t see me anymore

You don’t love me anymore.

You throw words at me like he used too.

Every insecurity I have about myself you have about me too and that makes them hurt even more.

You throw your words and I die.

Die deeper into myself where no one can find me this tIme.

Crying for the girl inside me that’s been buried by everyone else and I’ve been trying to get out but now she’s dead.

There’s no motivation, there’s no interest. There’s no goals because I want to die.

Choosing the moments I need to feel some sort of happiness otherwise I’m surrounded by sadness.