Be clingy with me.
Fuck me.
Pinukaw mo ang puso kong nahihimlay at muling nagkakulay ang mundo kong madilim.
Be clingy with me. Fuck me.
Numb on the outside and dead on the inside.
I just wish that the agony would all just go away. I’m exhausted from suffering for the same reasons.
I’m drowning in sadness. Help.
I’m swiftly drifting away.
I miss us. The way you look at me whenever we make love. The way you whisper to my ear how much you love me and that I’m only yours. I miss us making love.
Your words echoed through my soul and killed the happiness in me.
— batangporn, Samantha Mendoza
That’s my problem. I kept helping people that doesn’t want to be fixed. Only they could help themselves.
“Selfish” “Controlling”
Was I really selfish? Was I really controlling? Was doing the things I’m not supposed to or the things I’m not used to selfish? Was pouring all my love and effort for you, your friends, or family selfish? Was offering my help with everything selfish and controlling?
Is there more that I should know? Or maybe you weren’t just really grateful for the things I’ve been doing to help you be better.
Never speak ill of people just because you’re angry because once you do, you could never take it back.
I kept questioning my self worth. Do I deserve this?
Why does the people we love hurt us tremendously? We tell them all our traumas and they do it perfectly like we’re some sort of a practice target.
Her words cut deep into my flesh
And made me felt like I was not worthy enough
As I drowned myself in sorrow
I saw a light coming into my dark soul
She shined the brightest of colours
And showed me what it feels to be treated right
— batangporn, Samantha Mendoza