What am I suppose to do when this is how I really feel.
I want to get away. Away. Far.
There’s nothing you can do to stop me because I won’t.
I took my rest and I stopped just for you.
But not this time. Not this time.
You talk like you love me.
You talk like you care about me.
But you don’t.
So I’m asking you not to fake it. Just be real. Simple.
I don’t get this fucking place.
I don’t get the people here.
What are they thinking?
Why can’t I feel any compassion or closure from them?
What is this place?
Where the fuck am I?
This is not my home.
This is not where I belong.
I belong somewhere else.
I am so done.
Tired of people.
Tired of this place.
Tired of being tired.
Don’t ever try to fix your insult by saying just kidding.
It does not justify anything.
Once you say something, it already been said so by you saying just kidding does not change a person feeling.
P.S. go fuck yourself, just kidding
And if I give him the gun, he won’t dare pull the trigger
Fucking tired of all this bullshit.
No, I won’t play it cool like nothing had happen
I don’t know and I don’t know.
Isn’t that good enough.
Sabrina: I thought you don’t smoke.
David:Yeah, well I do now but its not like I smoke everyday.
Sabrina: You told me that you hated it when people smoke.
David: That was back then.
Sabrina: I haven’t seen you in three years and this is what you have become.
David: You’re saying it like I’ve become a monster or something.
Sabrina: Close enough.
David: C’mon, you’re getting all this from a pack of cigarettes? I didn’t change, I’m still the same person as I was. I just have a bad habit, thats it.
Sabrina: *silent*
David: *beats* Want one? *flaunting a cigarette at her*
Sabrina: Are you being serious right now?
David: Eh.
Sabrina: Unbelievable.
What the hell do I want to do with my life.
SERIOUSLY.UGH.
For the most part
Don’t worry about me
Because I’ve already given up.
I learned that the world doesn’t feel sorry for the sad people.
When you’re all alone and lost,
It doesn’t even console or try to find you.
The world is so cold,
I hate it.
And I hate that I’m always thinking that something special in my life will happen.
I hoping though.
So that I can feel something in my world again.
The world that I used to know.
And with that, I’ll survive.
Because right now, I’m on the edge of dying.
If I were hanging on a cliff right now
I would just let go
And fall into peace
