Alone

Just no words...

I'm tired of the lies,
it's time for the truth,
so let me tell you how I feel
because of you.

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There is only one thing less social than society:
Social Media.

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It makes me angry, that no one seems to notice, to understand or at least to care about how others feel.
Why do I have to tell them when I feel terrible and want to be death rather than have to bear this shit that can't even be called life, just because I haven't died yet?
Why don't they just see? I'm not a good liar, or has life made me one? Everyone seems to notice that something is wrong apart from the people I meet every single fucking day.

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People always say:
Be who you want to be, not who others want you to be.
But what if I'm none of both? What if I'm who I have to be to distract them from seeing how I feel? What if I am who I became because of them and because of me?

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Is this justice? Is this fair? Why can they be happy, but I can't because of them? Why do I deserve this?

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I love and hate Love Stories, Love Songs and stuff like this at the Same time, because it's cute, but it makes me sad.  They all have this one person who they love and who loves them, too. Everyone has. But I have no one. I'm alone. Okay, actually I'm only jealous.

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Sorry, das so lange nichts mehr kam. Ich war in letzter Zeit einfach nicht produktiv. Ich sollte beim Schreiben öfter Linkin Park hören (Numb, In The End, One More Light 😍😭)
Kann noch schnell irgendjemand ein altes Kapitel lesen, damit ich mich für 120 Reads bedanken kann?
Nein? Okay, dann eben danke für 119 Reads.
I love you anyway. ❤️