Agony Never Truely Leaves

Oh how could you do this to me? I can't help but remember this feeling. Can't.breathe.

Is it ironic that the person who kept me from killing myself, kills me inside again and again?

Can't.Breathe.

I forgot this feeling in my chest. Compressed and deep. It's the most real pain I've ever expereinced.

I knew it would happen eventually but I'm not ready. I'm not fucking ready. I'm not ever going to be ready. Don't do this to me.