The Things I Leave Unsaid

51. Too Tired This Time

I'm choking, I'm choking,

The air that I breathe.

It's hurts going down

And I want it to leave.

I'm falling, I'm falling,

I'm hating this boy

Who hates on the rest

Of the whole goddamn world.

I'm shaking, I'm shaking,

I'm quaking in fear

Of who I'm becoming,

But still can't shed a tear.

I'm leaving, I'm leaving

And I'm not coming back.

I'm falling apart,

So you're under attack.

I'm hating, I'm hating,

I'm hating myself.

When I tumble down,

So does everyone else.

I'm lonely, he's lonely,

But can't bare all your eyes.

So just leave us alone.

No one cares if he dies.
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Don't even ask what I did to write this.

Sorry I couldn't write anything better or be more positive.

I just didn't want to.

Okay, I'm going to try to sleep now. I've been dreaming awfully and haven't slept in a few days and really need the rest if I can get it. I can't even be bothered to watch the Grammies with family. I just really don't care this year.

Goodnight people.