why even try, when all i get is a bullet in the chest
i sick of being me, of taking care of everyone else before me, of hiding just how much i hurt inside just so no one well worry, im sick of doing all i can to help only to get pissed on, im fucking sick of living.
im cried so much in the last couple of hours that i cant cry anymore.
why is it every god fuck damned thing i touch turns to shit in my hands.
i just wish i had the guts to do want i want to do.
i know now why Anita killed herself. becuase all you get for kindness is pain.
im sick of being kind, i dont wanna hurt anymore. why did she have to leave me alone she was the only aunt or family that knew how i felt.
why is it everything i love has to be tainted why the fuck cant i be happy.
and fuck anyone who says this is emo
this is a lifetime of really pain, everyday i wake up knowin im not good at anything, missing the dead and wishing i could see them.
i just cant smile through my sadness anymore i cant do it. not anymore.
dont worry im not gotting to hurt myself that would be emo
but im strong enough to live, just not enough to smile im done. |