it is getting hard again.
i'm afraid i will never be loved as much as i love.
i'm afraid of emptying my soul into someone's hand and watching them drop it.
i'm afraid i'll never get it back.
i'm afraid i'll never be the same person i was before they emptied me.
i spend night staring at the ceiling again with thoughts keeping me awake its getting harder to breathe again harder to believe i'm worth it that i deserve a place in this world it's gets harder to believe in happiness,
Happiness a word doesn't belong in my vocabulary.
eating my habits messed up again the colours before my eyes starting to fade and the thoughts in my mind darker than before just when i thought things were getting better it crashes down like nothing has changed
