All these thoughts. They're killing me. Inside out. I wish it was easier.
All these people. They're killing me. But they don't care. They make it look so easy.
All these voices. They're killing me. They're telling me what to wear, how to look, what to say, how to act. I'm sick of them. Please make them stop.
All these things are killing me slowly. It's painful.
I've learnd how to make it all look so easy. Like everything is okey. But i'm not. I'M NOT OKEY, and if you can't see that, then you're blind.
I just wish someone actually cares about me.
But no one does.
I'm done, so fucking done.
~KCitat
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