RecklessJester

Feeling so sick, so tired of crying. Sooner or later, I'm gonna stop trying. I'm clinging to what I know, and that ain't much. You think you understand, but you ain't got a hunch. The mess I drag myself through is rotten, much like my feels, I thought I'd forgotten. I weep for my losses when I should pull my hand. They've taken my chips and they're calling me in. This sense of grieving for what I've lost, it sickens my stomach and tortures my heart. I miss you more with each passing day, but our time together is over I'm sad to say. I seemed to have clung to you too tightly, all those feelings, it was actually quite frightening.