I am so angry right now,
I'm crying,
I hate breathing,
I want out.
I'm sick.
A sick person.
I'm sick of it.
Sick of everyone being mad at me.
Sick of how I try too hard.
Sick of why I'm no longer curious.
Sick of all of you.
Doing nothing about it, "Leave her alone...She'll get over it better. . ."
Rage. ********' Rage.
A good friend,No.
A good life, No.
A good heart, No.
What's even left of me anymore?
I've never been so angry.
I've never been so scared.
I've never wanted out more than now.
Come to think, I've never missed anyone as much as I do know.
I miss everyone,
Myself the most.
Sam, Come back, Kid.
CHOKETRENDKILL · Thu Jul 05, 2007 @ 12:29am · 0 Comments