Hello. I am Josh. I am just me. Anyone can blog, comment or whatever. (: ENJOY. :D
One of these days.. I hope it all clicks.. I’m really really hoping that somewhere down the line, I find what I’m looking for. I really don’t know what it is. To be completely honest….. I don’t even wanna wake up anymore. I really don’t. I never thought I’d ever be at this stage of mentally at this young of an age.. but….. every day… every night… I can feel everything around me just changing….. and…. I just…… I don’t wanna be apart of it anymore… every day, I just feel like I mentally keep shutting down, and I’m not even enabling it at all. Something inside me feels like dying, and I’m just sick and fucking tired of fighting the darkness anymore. It eats at me every night, every time I close my eyes, every time I breathe.. I physically feel my emotions…. and I know that very soon… I’m gonna completely break……………… or maybe I already have.
it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.
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