you’re obsessed with being pathetic and cursing at yourself.

wake up, look outside.

the one that you hurt the most breaking into pieces but you’re just too busy for romanticizes your fake sadness in your minds — pouring all of it into a poem, and keep telling ‘em that you are fully aware that you’re the bad guy here.

“i just don’t want her to be in pain because of me, i’m the one to blame.” says you, without making it up to her or telling the truth.

you’re too deeply lost in your scenarios,

you’re really a whole damn villain.