pour my life into a papercup

There's a voice in my head telling me,

"He doesn't love you!"
"All those posts on his tumblr aren't referring to you!"
"He doesn't truly forgive you even though he said he forgives you!"
"You can't make him happy anymore!"
"He will give up on you!"
"You should kill yourself!"
"He doesn't need you!"
"Nobody needs you!"

I'm starting to believe that these things are true.

But there's another voice telling me to stay.

Confused. Voices. Pain. Hurt. Love. Him.