Different Situations

Empty

Let me be different from you, let me sunbathe in the darkness, find happiness in other places and fear comfort.
I don't want to hear or utter your name. Irony is that it's always on the edge of my tongue; ready to escape.
I want to fear happiness. After all, It's a myth. You'll get your heart broken, worst, you'll break yourself.
You won't be able to piece your pieces back together.
They aren't yours; at least, not anymore. They're another's, one whom you loved.

i wish someone heard me. i wish someone fucking heard me. maybe i was too soft, not loud and annoying enough.

you know how sometimes you just want someone to talk to but everyone around you just doesn't care anymore. It's like your problems are some sort of a stupid joke that no one takes seriously.

I'm done.