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I wrote this when I was with you
Whats the point in expressing my thought, my feelings, my concerns
when every action I have ever done wrong is thrown back in my face
to remind me that I shouldn’t talk.
Because I cannot articulate properly enough to make you see that these words aren’t meant to start a fight but instead to make you hear the effect you have. I lay there silently screaming for someone to take my head and smash it into the headboard of our bed so I can stop thinking, stop breathing. But don’t doubt my ability to roll over and tell you everything’s fine because it’s something I practice
there are a million things I wish I could say.
I’ve never been one to understand my feelings or really give myself enough time to actually feel them….
I love you, I think, but I’m scared and confused and idk if it’s you or me but I am not happy
