Bad Thoughts

the thoughts from someone with a past filled with abandonment

what i dont know it kills me
im afraid for the future
my heart cant take anymore
im scared of what i cant control
will you still love me in the morning
do you still love me now
i cant rhyme
i can barely reason
theres too many voices in my head screaming
he doesnt love you
if he does he will change his mind
he compares you to his last
sometimes he wishes you were her
am i not enough?
or am i too much?
maybe both at different times

sometimes dying doesnt seem so bad
when the only thoughts i have are sad