I’m trying so fucking hard and no one sees that. I’m trying so fucking hard to stay alive but my breathing is getting shallow and my heart is beating slower and if I don’t wake up tomorrow just fucking forget about me.
“I expected you to fuck up”
The words that have echoed in my mind all day.
And somehow, I’ve become both. I’ve become a monster.
When I die please don’t come to my grave and sit there for hours and tell me you love me and miss me because those are the things I wanted to hear when I was alive.






