I can’t let you do this. It’s not about my love for you nor your ‘love’ for me
It’s that I want so badly to save you, to peel open your eyelids and have your pupils widen, but not from what doesn’t belong in your bloodstream, markedly instead, from what does
from the human inside you
But I won’t. I can’t let you do this, but if I keep trying, I’ll only be giving up my life in hope you’ll begin living yours. I can’t continue feeling love is suicide, alive everyday but dying inside, killing myself, hoping you’ll find yourself. I can’t fix you, and these piercing wounds where you’ve stabbed me have not yet healed, that any more , and i’d bleed to death. I can’t fix you, I know now. I just can’t
“Real fearlessness is the product of tenderness. It comes from letting the world tickle your heart, your raw and beautiful heart. You are willing to open up, without resistance or shyness, and face the world. You are willing to share your heart with others.”
Listen to "Master of None" by Beach House....but get high before. If you're not feeling that, give Nujabes a try. If you're feeling crazy though, listen to Akira Yamaoka's stuff. He's the person that composed the music to most of the Silent Hill games if your familiar with them.