I stare at the paper i 'm supposed to be writing down how i feel.
"You want me to write down how i really feel"
"Yes"
"How my heart became so cold. how i thought i was tough,
but just found out i was weak, because i don't even know when i broke
and i can't remember when i killed the girl they used to know .
Mum said i should grow up and start seeing the world as it is
and that's what i did but,
I want to go back to how things were, when all my nightmares i had were just nightmares and not life .
Iwant to write about how i have now tasted the world ,i know i'm really alone
I walk alone in this fantasy i created in my head , i'm running out of time to get everything out of mind before it's become to hard to understand."
"how there's a void i'm my heart and i don't think there's enough therapy to fix that?"
" how i look fine sitting here with you but, knowing so well how i'm destroyed on the inside, how i sit alone and every-time i think"" i want to end it, but i don't, because that's how pathetic i am!!!"
"Why didn't you just ask for help"
"because no one cared!!! so stop acting like you do, because i know that's all you're paid to do"
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Drunken words~
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