When I go blank, nothing matters anymore.
Not the love I need, nor the love I don't get.
So I do what I need to numb the pain.
You may think you know, but you have no idea what it's like.
What it's like to feel like a caged monster, hidden in a corner, with a dark shadow standing over, ready to attack at any given moment.
This is bullshit, seriously.
I'm tired of having to prove myself.
My word should have to be my only proof.
And the three words I say to that one person don't seem to be proof enough.
I love you is all just a hoax.
Love isn't real.
Falling in love will obviously always hurt you because you fall.
It's not skinning your knee; it's cutting your heart open and bleeding out.
Because no one's there for you, and the end to your so called "life" is closer to you than you think.
