I don’t want to be here anymore. I don’t want to be reminded of how worthless I am every day, I don’t want to remember that I’ll never be as good as she is. Just let me go.
i burned for you. i guess both of us never really knew what we got into, and that’s the point when you love like this, strong and passionate like a flame, being the light when it’s dark but keeping you from sleeping. you were afraid of burning yourself and i knew you’d blow me out sooner or later. you still have cradle on your hands from touching me and all that’s left of me is dusty smoke. i wonder if she’s noticing your dirty hands when you touch her and if she ever asks about you smelling like smoke when you’re with her.
Because I’m not worth anything