I tried and tried and tried to be there for everyone.
One by one,
I've been pushed away.
And I'm very sick about it!
I may show that I don't care.
But I really do care.
About everything.
And I've realized that you get so worked up easily.
Just a single sentence and you get pissed off.
I read.
Because I love too?
And because reading makes me forget my surroundings.
It'll bring me into the fantasy world.
I know you'll always be there for me to talk too.
And I know you understand me.
Not to mention keep my secrets.
Having an imaginary friend seriously rocks!
If life is so hard,
Is death any easier?
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