something i wrote
I miss the old days
where it was just me and you
Without all these distractions
that are making you forget about me.
Stop feeding me lies,
I don't know which ones to believe
i'm beginning to question every fucking word that comes out of your not-so-innocent mouth.
Think of others for a change
Maybe if you could see what i'm feeling,
you'd see you're not the only one hurting.
You tear out another peice of my soul
until pretty soon there will be nothing left.
..Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem..
I keep hoping for something that cannot possibly be real.
I wish I could just forget the way I feel.