quinta-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2013
Worthless?
Yeah, like... What the hell, is just... I love you, so what? Is that a problem to you? Oh i'm such a sweet naive child, i close my eyes for your mistakes, your imperfections For you, i'm dead, i never should be born. Every night i think about what would you feel if i really kill myself. Would you sorry? Feel pain? Happy? Relived? I don't know... Should i try? Yes? No? Would you miss me? Oh this life is just bullshit. I'm tired of trying to understand your feelings. It seems that you loved me but i ruined it. Well, what i'm doing here? I just disappoint everyone, every time i look around it looks like i'm only doing shit. Alone, with fear of the unknown I cry because i'm afraid of losing you, can't you see that?! The girls who cut themselves they are brave but i'm so shited up that even can't cut me, i just suck . Everyone are so lucky so right... They know how awful i am and, for their luck, they go away. Me... I can't run away from myself, unfortantily ...
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