If I don't talk, there's something wrong...?
If I talk, I get annoying...?
*I love people that make no sense.
When your heart is heavy and your wrists hurt like heck, what do you do?
Run to the person who's usually there for you?
Oh and what happens when they're not?
You do nothing! thats all.
How do I know?
Because thats what I'm doing. I'm tired of this life I lead.
I'm tired of the fakeness of my smile.
My hellos and goodbyes are nothing more than a leave me alone.
As much as I don't like living, I don't think I'll kill myself. Maybe I will.
Who knows.
As much as I'm needy and sad, I won't ask for any kind of help.
I see no point.
Help one second turns into the cold shoulder another.
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