I squeeze my fingers in between my spine and ribcage and try to pry them apart, because they've gotten so close to collapsing I'm afraid. My bones inch closer and fall in around me and puncture my lungs and for some reason I just can't fucking cry. I am lonely, and then crowded. Depressed, and ecstatic. And I don't care anymore.
I love him. And I know I do. But I'm so afraid he'll hurt me this time, because I know this one will be the worst. This relationship is make or break and that's not fair to him and I'm holding on for as long as I can until he wants me gone. I hope it's not soon. I need this in my life right now and without him nothing matters.
I can't live without the things that will kill me some day. I am weak and I am a sad person, and I am nothing. Every once in a while I forget all of that.
Sometimes, every so often I sit and shred my wings at night so I know I can't leave myself in my sleep. My dreams lend me no solace, no fixative, and I am left with a bleeding back and no one to hold me.
And I die a little more and more each time until I am numb and can't breathe and I feel empty, and sound empty, and end up hurting the people I love every time.
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I can really relate to this piece, particularly the last line. It seems like it's easier to hurt those we love than those we hate sometimes.
Thank you for your entry and best of luck.
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