bubbliefishie

Imagine your body in a storm the air around is cold and all you want is to get warm that's how I feel when i'm with you like wanting the sun while it's pouring down rain cause when i'm with you now, things are just not the same can you tell me what's going through your head cuase if I can't understand I guess i'm just better off dead

 It's all anyone ever wants to talk about. They shouldn't bother; they can't empathise. Why do I always end up in conversations about dying? It's like my shadow - it follows me everywhere, this stigma attached to me. I try to ignore it, but everyone keeps mentioning it. I don't know what I want them to say, though. I might think they were rude if they didn't try to sympathise. Maybe they know that. Even still, I'd rather be treated like a normal person. I'd rather that than being treated like me. I'm not scared of dying - it can't be worse than pain. I could probably ignore it if nobody else knew; but the furtive glances every time I pass