It’s okay to feel a little off. It’s okay to ask for help. It’s okay to start the conversation. Be okay with not being okay.
Ask me questions and I’ll feed you with lies.
Would they still call it love if it didn’t hurt so much? Would they still be blissfully unaware if it didn’t sting so suddenly? Would they? Call it love?
Don’t die, don’t leave me live in this world without you.
Knowing he should stop but being unable to pull away, The seduction too strong, the power compelling, he sunk deeper into darkness, but through this the whisper of goodness never left him.