I hear that song…
The song that was once ours.
Thinking I will never be whole.
because there is a hole in my chest,
it’s my fault because…
He doesn’t love me. He did… now he doesn’t… but he did… and he never will again.
Why the hell am I going through my Instagram and I look so god damn happy?
I’m not. That’s a fucking lie.
Why the hell can i be like my pictures.
Simple. Happy. Smiling. Forever young.
Because passion and strength are the only things left when you have nothing.