3/16/17
Song: (If I Knew - Bruno Mars)
What's the point?
It's all I ask myself now and days,
Not understanding what I want,
To die or live...
What's the point of...
Writing,
Crying,
Cutting,
Wanting to die,
Because in the end I'll always be hurt,
Got to be distant,
No one to hurt me,
No one to care for me,
Don't care for me,
If they cared for me they wouldn't have hurt me.
I'm alone most of the time,
And the thoughts just keep coming back,
Over and over,
I'm alone and that's how it has to be...
Because at the end of the day it's will always be me,
Just me,
The only person watching my back is me and only me no one else.
YOU ARE READING
~Notes~
PoetryNotes I've written... when I thought of you or when I missed you... even when I lost you I wrote
