I am fucking tired of losing people. I'm tired of the emotional stress. I mean I LOVE HELPING PEOPLe. But it feels like ever since Zeke died, everything and everyone is dying. There's so much drama. Like what the fuck. There's so much stress and anxiety. My chest constantly feels like I ran a fucking marathon. It feels like my hearts going to burst. Music ain't helping.
Everyone's dying.
There's so much drama.
Everything is going down the drain.
I'm tired of losing people.
You promised. YOU. PROMISED.
You'd never leave.
Meaning death. -.-
You promised.
I'm tired of it.
I'm tired of feeling anymore.
But I want to do that I can cry and be tired. So that I can sleep.
I don't want to cut. It'll take the tears away. Which won't make me tired then.
I do but don't want to be numb.
I want to cry but I want to scream.
I wanna leave but I'm not going to.
Because I keep my promises.
The promise of staying for you.
Like I lost 3 people this month.
I may have lost 2 people now.
Thanks life.
Thanks bullies.
Thanks drama
Thanks rumors
Thanks gossip.
Thanks abusers.
Thanks drugs
Thanks ropes.
Thanks razors.
Thanks bleach.
Thanks pills.
Thanks comas.
Thanks knives.
Thanks lighters.
Thanks cuts.
Thanks burns.
Thanks "friends".
Thanks feelings.
Thanks alcohol.
Thanks tormentors.
Thanks harassers.
Thanks for everything. -.-
Thanks depression.
Thanks demons.
Thanks imperfection.
Thanks addiction.
Thanks voices.
You all are the reasons why people are dying and leaving.
YOU ARE READING
Meh #2
RandomThis is my second bio and I didn't know what to title it. So enjoy!!! The madness thats called my brain and my life and drama and nonsense!!
