One day I will meet you, maybe soon?
I am tired of being the person that everyone hates, I refuse to talk anymore, I refuse to give an answer, for fucks sake...
I can't I just can't, to everyone I'm an attention seeker, I'm a broken child, a depressed bitch, attention whore, everything that you can imagine, I don't even know why it just matters to be alive when I can't even say if someone is my friend or not, I'm sick and tired of hiding my feelings for people to tell me that I never show how I feel, and when I do I'm nothing but an attention whore, fucking tired, my thighs have already enough marks that won't clear up any time soon, trying to inflict some kind of pain on myself has become a habit, yet to people I'm faking everything, all day I've tried to hold in my tears, to not breakdown, yet I'm about to, I feel like I'm breaking, every single piece of who I am wants to hold onto something but then things happen and I always end up in the same place.
My room. Crying. Restless sleep.
It never ends, but would you please take me away? People hate me enough, maybe they want me to be taken too...
I just... want you to take me away... that way no one will be hurting and everyone will just be happy, because I'm the reason no one is happy, I just want their happiness to come back, meaning that I will disappear from this world and shortly be forgotten.
To everyone that has hopes in me I feel bad, because they are just hanging onto someone unstable who is never going to get better... I'm sorry for being here, sorry for meeting people, sorry because I make people believe in me when there is nothing to believe for me.
- G
