i need to talk with myself.. a lot....
i need to cry, and i need not to hurt me anymore...
what r all those marks i have? do i really have the right?
with all these tears in my eyes... can i help myself behind all these lies...
dont wanna hear pepol anymore, dont wanna deal with them...
so dissapionted of everything and everyone...the void... in that empty space... that feeling, and no footprints on my feet...and all these blurry images i dont wanna see... these acids symphonies attacking... making my ears bleed.... and u ... jsu there standing... staring...what so wrong with me? what so good about u?
why should i need to talk with myself i dont even wanted... look at ur arms...look at ur legs... what have u done cunt???
just look at u! u dont need to talk anymore, bitch... u need to do something....
can ye?
i dont think so... so tired.... so weak.....