My dreams are the leaves being blown away...
My opinion is the ant being stepped on...
Why is it I never feel like anybody is listening?
Am I just a pencil marking to just be erased?
I want to leave this world but I'm glad I have things keeping me back.
I'm scared of pain, I want a husky, a YouTube channel, and I want to at least graduate college...
They're nothing big but they keep me from hurting myself and I proud of it.
Maybe I'll feel true happiness some day, just not today...
I just let the hurt stay there for three more years...and maybe it'll go away then...




Follow me and I'll follow back