You don’t know what’s tough love until you kiss goodbye and it starts getting steamy so you have to pull away before anything happens
I always tell myself that if I can get through depression without you, I can get through every time when I needed you and you aren’t there and I can make sure I get up and running the next day.
And I’m telling myself this tonight, hoping I can make it through.
Lying to myself that I’m not as vulnerable as I thought I am in this horrible situation whereby my life is falling apart. But I am. Acting all tough and undefeatable, when in fact I’m as fragile as a breakaway glass. Little things causing a deep cut in my already so lifeless body.
Why can’t you be nice to me?