Deleting Everything

I hate it that the person that gave me the best memories became nothing more than a memory/

When you can handle the pain, but you know you don’t deserve it/

is what hurts more than the pain itself. I know how you’re feeling/

Tired/

You don’t sleep because your mind and your heart are in a constant war... with each other/

My body literally wants to destroy itself/

I want to delete everything, abandon all my friends, and go missing for a while to get my life back in order/

Because right now, I’m a mess/

I’m destroyed/

They say I’ve been hurt too deep/

It’s true. But I can’t say that. If I say I’m hurt, I’m weak. I can’t be weak.

It’s like being a prisoner/

Like your feelings mold into a lump of clay and sit in the pit of your stomach like a boulder/

But, no matter how hard you try, you can’t hide from yourself/

It hurts when you go through your phone deleting pictures of you and the person you thought would forever be by your side.

Deleting everything.