The stories I hide, the blood that's been shed.
At times I don't understand what's happening in my own head.
What do I think about when I'm all alone?
You would know if you would just pick up the phone.
There are times I believe you don't really care,
but I guess it's because of who I am,
Sounds pretty fair.
I remember you said we would never be separate,
But when you ignore me it makes me feel desperate.
Maybe I am desperate for friends,
but I guess you won't be there when it ends.
It's really a shame
we don't think the same,
because all you do is sit in the frame.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Short StoryIt's just a bunch of random things I think of sometimes, and instead of letting it rot in my head I have decided to share, so don't judge me to harshly if it's bad.
