I don't know why I still hope for you to show up on my door.
Because if we go back two months before we were arguing and fighting we drifted.
I don't know why I can't put that into my brain.
It's making me go insane when I see that you're okay when you post videos of you having fun.
I have to pretend it doesn't feel like i'm being cut by a knife.
My hart it's graced in half because I tell my friends that I don't care.
when I know deep down that I'm lying.
And I just want you to reach out and write me a paragraph on how sorry you felt for ruining my mental health more than it already was.
But that...