A tool to be used and thrown away..
No matter how much I try to think optimisticly, to be happy.. It all comes back to hunt me..i will never be enough..
These feelings of dread, hopelessness, sadness.. I can't tell why.. I'm falling.. But there's no one to catch me.. I'm alone.. Always will be..
I get tired.. I try to be with people.. My best.. But i get tired..
I want to be alone.. To die in my own little sad world... I have to get away..
Sometimes, I push those people away without meaning to.. They hate me I'm sure, even if they won't admit it.. They hate me.. They all hate me.. I know it.. I feel it.. They want me to disappear..
Funny, we all want the same thing.