Its one of those nights that I cant sleep, too busy thinking of last year. And I know that you hate me, but trust me I hated you first. And this is not how I want things to be, and its just not okay when I feel this way. Most of my time is spent wishing that I would just disappear. Most of nights are spent restless, wishing I just wasn't fucking here. And sometimes I wonder..Do you remember thinking that night, "I"m going to die, I'm going to die." ? Remember when I drove you to the hospital? We slept in that freezing bed all night, but that was the last time
You were a door, and I was your hinges. I held you together, but you fell apart again. And I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.