On the real…
This is to you, and you know who you are. You found happiness in my absence, and that’s okay. I want nothing more than for you to be happy. I want nothing but good to come to you. Be safe. Do you. Keep on doing you. Where ever you may end up is up to you. Don’t change for anyone. Ever. Be good to the next one. Hate me. Love me. It doesn’t matter. I can’t make you do either. Despite all the pain you put me through. I stand by every good and bad thing I’ve said about you. I’m letting go of you. You were already free, but now, so am I.
I’m tired of trying to make people understand. There is no point. I don’t even fucking understand. I don’t understand anything. NOTHING. My thoughts have thoughts, and those thoughts that have thoughts, have thoughts, and so on. I drove myself to the brink of insanity. The only thing that keeps me going are drugs and alcohol. How funny right. I don’t sleep. I barely eat. I’m far from happy and far off from unhappy. I don’t even fucking know what I am. I don’t know who I am. I don’t know where I am. I don’t even know where I’m going. I don’t even know where I’m going with this, I don’t know anything. I don’t know has become the answer to everything.
You know we can get away, because I’m calling your name.
Everyday I feel this pain, but you just turn and walk away. ~