sábado, 30 de dezembro de 2017

please

I'm afraid of dying
But I also never put on the seatbelt when my mom is driving.

I always feel like crying
But I call my red eyes "being tired" - which is not a lie, since insomnia is slowly killing me.

I try to move on and live my life
But everything reminds me of you - every street, every store, even the seats in the streets.

How did you move on so fast?
How can you enjoy being out with your friends and smile?
Why can't I?
Why does it seem like everyone is slowly leaving me..?
Why did the only person I needed on my side disappear ..?

I need you...
Please come back.. I promise I won't be as annoying, I promise I won't be so depressed, I promise I won't let my anxiety take over me.. but please
come back.

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