Things I'll Never Say

Can’t I just forget for a while?

I’m not eating.

I’m not sleeping.

I just want to be in your arms.

But I can’t.

I can’t any more.

I never want to act this way again…

I’m fine. I’m just not hungry right now.

I don’t hook up, but I need to get you out of my head somehow.

That’s the thing about life - no matter how bad it is, it can always be worse. And that’s strangly comforting and depressing at the same time

I just want to run, and not stop. I just want to go outside, with nothing but the clothes I’m wearing and get away. I don’t know where I’ll go or how far I’ll get. But nothing feels right here. This isn’t me. Or maybe it is, and that’s what scares me.

I just want to run, until I’m too numb and tired to feel anything. I just want to get out of my own head for a while.

I say I just want someone to hold, but it’s you that I want

Did some things I should regret, but I don’t.

Is it too much to ask for someone to be interested in me when they’re sober, and for more than just sex?