Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love, I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who’s left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
Credits:
Pose: an lar [poses] Like a Lady Two
Dress: [AUX]Long T-Shirt Dress – Black
Jacket: (Milk Motion) cosmic bomber – black stars (most recent round of C88)
At times I feel like a distant memory in my own mind, my days roll into one another as I watch people carry on with their lives, while I am bitter that what happened stopped my world and not theirs. I forget that I matter, that I still breathe, move, and feel, it’s easier to forget those things, to forget yourself, like some how if you forget you, that they will too. It would be easier that way, because you’re sad and people hate sad people, particularly when you’re sad all the time, an you give false hope when you have good days which makes it that much harder. So you just try to fade away, you stop fighting to have to good days, and you pop a pill and go to sleep, leaving the dishes undone and floors unswept. 12 hours later you wake up grab your stomach and realize nothing has changed, so you cry, “Fuck” is the only thing you can say. People say it takes time, but how much time will people give you, how long before they start talking behind your back, “when will she get over it, it’s been over a month” “I just can’t be around her, shes a downer”. In losing one thing I feel like I might lose everything.
For all the people who have been there for me constantly throughout the past couple months, thank you for standing by me, even when I know it must be hard to.
Credits:
Top: [AUX] Boho Backless – Fist Pump Hunt(GOING ON NOW!)
Jeans: tulip. Alana Jeans (Slate – MESH)
Picture strand: Trompe Loeil – Stringlights With Photos
Maybe May 