You can’t make homes out of human beings, someone should have already told you that.
And if he wants to leave, then let him leave.
You are strange and beautiful, something not everyone knows how to love.
You abuse the ones who love you. You abuse the ones who won’t. If you ever had a real heart, I don’t think you’d know where to start.
I am stuck in this never ending moment, cautious and empty. In the silence of my room, in the stillness of my chest, I have become enveloped in the calm of giving up.
