~ Tell me you love me~






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andieekman
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I built my walls so high to protect my heart from the weight your words, I probably won’t be able to let anyone in, ever again. You took that freedom away from me in the blink of an eye.

~ Tell me you love me~

As lonely you stand in the cold shelter supposed to protect you from the evil, as lonely you can call yourself these days.

Layers and layers of lies are washing over my body made of glass as I slowly start to break. Piece by piece, I get more and more distant from what I used to be.

The beauty of being torn apart is maybe better than the ugliness of being me. I shatter and fall to the ground, where everyone who tries picking me up gets a scar.

But how can I ever forgive the reason behind the broken love inside my soul? How can I ever forgive something that will affect me forever? How can I ever forget you.

Causing me this much pain, you automatically lose your right of telling me you love me, because every single fucking time you've held what's left of my still beating heart,

you've thrown it away while drinking my tears. I built my walls so high to protect my heart from the weight your words, I probably won't be able to let anyone in, ever again.

You took that freedom away from me in the blink of an eye. Though it seems that the walls doesn't make a difference when the angels cry above. It's drowning.

How was I ever supposed to be able of keeping the darkness out at the same time as I tried keeping the light in? I just... can't.

When god takes me back he'll put a small part of his love, right where my heart once supposed to be.

And he won't stop until every single piece of you inside me are forever gone, never to be found again.

It feels like I'm being pulled under water, gasping for air to fill my lungs. In those moments, you aren't really sure if you're alive or dead.

But deep down inside you hear that voice desperately crying out praying to be dead.

It makes me so sad that my every breath will take oxygen from this world, that someone who is loved, that wants to make a difference, could have I instead. I have nothing left to stay for.

I remember going to school for the very first time, sometimes I feel like god is trying to make relationships filled with love so that no one will feel left out, but I think he forgot me.

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