When someone passed He left the world for the better But It wasn't necessarily better for the person(s) he left behind The vacant bed The vacant position The empty seat Was meant for the person But He was no longer here. It was so much harder for the person(s) he left behind What do I do with these memories? This pain apparently took so long to heal Don't get me started with the regrets It pains my heart so much to even think about it. How could I leave you that night? How could you leave me so fast? Call me I promise to answer it this time Call me I promise I'll talk more Call me....... and if i decline, I promise I'll call you back this time.
i think I wanna hurt myself........... why can't I be enough? Why can;t i be good? which one hurts the most the knife or the nails Imma keep my nails longer or simply words does it hurt? it has to hurt to let myself learn to be good and enough