kiss me, kill me
I stare at the wall, tears dripping down my already reddened cheeks, and all I can think about is you.
I want to text you. Just to remind you that I’m still here. But then I remember that you know I’m here. You just don’t care.
When I’m hurt, I shut down. I turn into a total sarcastic bitch. I shut off my emotions, and act indifferent towards everything even though it might be killing me inside.