I used to be so vivid. So alive. What happened to me? The life has spilled right out of my eyes. Constant deconstruction of my heart. Only to start building again. The walls of my mouth are the hell I live. Keeping everything inside, its not healthy to be me. To much weight. Not much fun. Everyone will pick on you, even your friends. Leaving you alone to your thoughts is much easier to you then being in a crowd. The constant reached feeling in your stomach as you try to speak. Your to shy for words. So you cry your eyes out. You can't help who you are. It seems, what you want never wants you. And what you have already dosent want you. As I said before, you'd rather stay quiet instead of saying what you feel. Because to you its just easier. I don't want to burden anyone.
