i feel like i need to go away for awhile. isolate myself idk. thinking about hospitals and heaps of other things i shouldn’t be thinking about. I’ve heard my uncle talk to himself and laugh before so maybe ill be used to that sound and i’ll be the one scratching at the walls and screaming. I want to put a knife to my throat. 

" I loved you to the point of ruin.
I loved you until my lungs were filled with ash. "

whosdrunk ia im not