Thank you? For what? Saying it? Admitting and pouring it all out? What does that even mean? Why did you have to say it? I didn't need you to tell me the same back, but why thanking me? I'd feel much better if you didn't say a thing.
This is not a feeling of being rejected, it's something much heavier. I don't want to feel, I don't want to see or hear anything, I don't want to exist. And your f*cking thank you keeps repeating itself in my head.
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