Slowly stuffing in a cold darkness that no one can save you from. Trapped in your own thoughts dying to be accepted. Love as eaten everything you had and your shallow hearts the only thing that's beating. The darkness takes over and clouds your mind causing you to walk around with no destination. Seeing an old friend excites you, running towards them only to get there and they vanish. Mind playing tricks again because it's funny to even think you could be loved, what a joke but it's the truth. Fucked up that's what you are, fucked up about some one that can't give two shits about you. If they do even consider liking you back, you always find a way to mess it up that's what you're good at. That's why your alone now. Everything you touch gets ruined, you're cursed so you distance yourself from others to protect them so they won't end up damaged. Loneliness punches you in the face, insecurity pulls your hair, and rejection chokes you. You're fighting a useless battle because in the end they are always going to win. Defenseless against yourself secretly wanting to end it but don't want to commit a deadly sin.
