{47}the pages are all torn and frayed

im so wrapped up in this thing called love that im starting to sufficate myself in it. its beginning to wrap tightly around my neck and and every breath i take is weaker than the last one. struggling to set myself free from this "cord" only makes it tighter and has me fighting for my life more.
how did i get myself into this?
if only i was more careful to whoms hand i laid my heart in. if only i would of cut the cord before it was to tight to move. if only my life wasnt revolved around finding my one and only at such a young age. if only... *i'm not okay, i'm not okay, i'm not okay you wear me out*-MCR
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