sortingmyheadout reblogged
I remember when I overdosed I cut the heroin into Y-O-U. That’s who I was thinking about when I died. My polo fuxking bed sheets. God I wish you slept on them more with me. I can’t believe I survived. Maybe that was also because of you. I couldn’t stay alive because of you but because of you I couldn’t die. Well. I’m still here. And your still gone. And it still hurts.
