Let Me F*cking Cry

by Rhiannon Janae

But that’s what gets me. The fact that I fear being without you, all while being with you, is a horror show. Watching you fill yourself up with drugs, as you disappear into darkness.

Where did it all go wrong? Maybe we loved too hard, too fast. Maybe we looked inside one another for all the things we never got as children. Maybe we gave each other the wrong tools to fix ourselves. Maybe it was the wrong place or the wrong time. Maybe, we gave each other the only love we knew how to give because it was all we were ever taught. -childhood trauma

Setting fires inside one another in hopes they will not burn us alive. -toxic fumes