I’m hungry but I can’t eat, I’m tired but I can’t sleep, I’m sad but I cannot cry, suicidal but I can’t die.
The difference between you and me is that when you wake up, your nightmare ends.
Everybody is always so fucking fine but we are not sometimes we are hurt and bruised.
People cry because they’re weak. It’s because they’ve been strong for too long.
I tell myself I don’t need anyone but the truth is, they don’t need me.
It’s hard to answer the what’s wrong when nothing’s right.
I’m afraid of being forgotten. Because, it seems everyone I get close to, ends up forgetting me.
Every thought is battle every breath is a war, and I don’t think I’m winning anymore.
I’m getting worse and you don’t know.
Thought I saw it coming it still hurts.