#49

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

I hate myself
and everything I write
(this included)
I regret every decision that led me here
and I just want this to be over


Thursday, November 21, 2013

So tired of caring
I don't want to feel
Why is my heart still beating?
I no longer have a use for it;
I died long ago

I wish I didn't care
About anyone
Anything
At all

I want a hard heart
A calcified stone
Buried beneath my ribs
Cool and unmoving

Or

I want to tear it out
And give it to you
As a gift or a burden
For you to do with as you see fit
Because you're the only one
I've ever wanted to have it
Even if you never give me yours in return