I'm a Decent Bad boy
Love me, love me, say that you love me,
fool me fool me go on and fool me.
I feel like I’ve become a clown trapped in a glass castle.
Everything breaks down in the end.
Yeah, I'll tell you what else is true, shall I?
We live alone and then we die alone.
And, apparently, we stay alone.
That's the truth, too, isn't it?
[Trigger warning: Self harm, drug abuse, eating disorder/starving self, love-related depression.]
I can’t take it anymore.
Being lied to and used for sex all the time
I’m done. I can’t do it anymore.
1 year ago