With strained eyes, and dry tears, I'm left with no feeling, like before, and before.
This seems like a cycle now days.
Going through the exact same thing.
I promised I'd never leave, I promised we'd be friends forever.
But in the end it was you who left...
And I'm done, I'm alone, wondering if there was anytime where you actually cared, if you were just faking it to get by.
I guess I should be used to it, the pain, the suffering.
I was a fucking back up plan.
Well fuck you too.
YOU ARE READING
The struggle
Novela JuvenilWhen you believe that no one can ever feel the impossible pain that over whelms you.... Your not alone, because there are thousand who struggle for life.
