I Just Don't Know Anymore

Part II

I feel like I fucked up.

Someone asked what's wrong.

I said no clue today my worry and stress in just at a higher level.

And I don't know what they were trying to do but after I said that I pulled back again.

Because the more people I get close to the more people I hurt in the end so if I just don't get attached or don't tell people my problems the less they'll get hurt. Right???

I'm glad people don't know about this account because I don't have to explain myself to the people I know and care about.

I give up.

I want death like someone wants their crush to be with them.

I welcome death like someone welcomes a friend inside for dinner.

I await death like someone awaits for their missing dog to come home.

I crave death like someone craves their favourite food.

Yet death hasn't come and probably won't come soon enough.