𝓜𝔂𝓲𝓪

i'm officially nineteen years old today─  ♡ w ♡

i'm back to say one thing: is racism is going to 
          end or am i going to be the one next in line?

i'm tired, I'm so tired, i want to give in..

even though we broke up two days ago, lately i've been feeing so alone. sometimes i don't even know why i have a phone when nobody hits me up and I'm stuck because i never had someone that i could call my own. it's pretty lonely walking down this road. i told you about the fake friends that i didn't have to know. the same ones that fucked me over. now i feel like I'm at an all time low, yes i am depressed and it hurts me to know that my friends are happy and i can't seem to cope. they're ignoring every single text messages i wrote. my anxiety is high, i want to overdose but sadly my medication is low. i am so stressed and i hate being stuck home when i just sit and overthink everything alone wishing that i had somebody to hold. 

"smile for me", tell me how much you really loved me.

why am i sad? i don't know anymore.

i'm tired.

i wish i would have known that 
          i wasn't the one meant for you.

we don't talk anymore
          like we used to do.

i just want you back.