One does not have to be dying to be near death.

People expect too much from people who offer them so little.

Memory warps things.

I pick you up when you down, while you let me drown. You belittle me and treat me like a clown.

That once butterfly feeling has now burned to ashes. You are no longer a feeling that I miss nor want.

I can’t blame you because I allowed it.. I allowed you to betray me, neglect me, walk all over me.

You’re presence was what I’ve longed for, for so long.. Now your presence is no longer needed as it is too late...

No matter how many fires I start
It just keeps getting darker
The rain has begun
And I fear it will soon wash me away

Punch yourself

...and just like that the demons had caught up to her