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My words bring attempts to end my life;Creeping on my roof... when I was alone that night.Keeping myself calm seems to be a useless endeavor;Ever wishing for better days and easier ways.Only sad letters and words... it seems I'm hardly truly heard.Jumping from painful moments into a pretend happiness.On the bad days... it's surprising I'm alive - just getting by.Sharing my thoughts involves harsh words painfully rejected.Everything coming from my heart is constantly disrespected.Paying for things I'm hardly sure why I was even saying.Happiness is how I learned to act.Killing myself in attempts to spread love and/or opinons.Every step I take seems to further my pain and heartaches.Nobody seems to really understand how I see things.Tomorrow is an after-thought which is hard for me to take.
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