dont say a word.
Theres always something different going wrong
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
these past few days just haven't been good for me. i dont like who im ending up becoming. im not who i've been. i'm bitchy. i'm pissed at the world. not so much depressed, but just, pissed off at everything. i snap at everyone. i get irritated easily. maybe its the pills, maybe its me always forgetting to take them, maybe its life, maybe its the lack of lots of food, maybe its the too much sleep. or maybe its the reason i sleep so much. the less im awake to talk to people, the less angry i am.
let me crash and burn. let me fall cause im spinning out of control and i just want to stop. i'm laying at your knees asking you to just leave me. get away from all this. just go. i'm alone, just like i've always wanted.
you can't save me now
hate to break that to you.
i have so much i just want to get out. to scream. to yell. to just tell the world everything that i hate about everything.
daylan. i cant fucking help it. it still bugs me. its digging deeper into my heart. hurting me more and more each day. when i dont care at all. i dont get how it can be like that. how can i not care, and yet i let it kill me. i dream about it. about him caring. about him calling. and then it hurts so much more in the morning because im like, he actually did this to me. a human could actually do that to someone.
but thats not even that important.
its everything that i dont know whats wrong. why it makes me mad. why im so upset. why i hate everything. why i just want to break down and cry, but i just dont let myself anymore. i can sit there and critisize myself. and yell at myself. and hate myself. and think about everything i've fucked up, or just everything period. and i wont let myself break down about it. i guess thats a good thing. i dont need to be the one that always breaks down. the weak one. instead im the bitch that wants to just freak out and go crazy.
i dont know whats up with me. dont ask me whats wrong. dont ask me to talk. i have nothing to talk about. i have nothing to say. its taken a lot just for me to write this little bit. when so much more is going through me.
but i cant get that out. it wont come out.
but i cant do this anymore
im going to listen to my music
scream
cry
do whatever
because it seems like whenever i raise my voice, tears fall.
and its the only way i can get out any emotion.
The path I walk is in the wrong direction
There's always someone fucking hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?
these past few days just haven't been good for me. i dont like who im ending up becoming. im not who i've been. i'm bitchy. i'm pissed at the world. not so much depressed, but just, pissed off at everything. i snap at everyone. i get irritated easily. maybe its the pills, maybe its me always forgetting to take them, maybe its life, maybe its the lack of lots of food, maybe its the too much sleep. or maybe its the reason i sleep so much. the less im awake to talk to people, the less angry i am.
let me crash and burn. let me fall cause im spinning out of control and i just want to stop. i'm laying at your knees asking you to just leave me. get away from all this. just go. i'm alone, just like i've always wanted.
you can't save me now
hate to break that to you.
i have so much i just want to get out. to scream. to yell. to just tell the world everything that i hate about everything.
daylan. i cant fucking help it. it still bugs me. its digging deeper into my heart. hurting me more and more each day. when i dont care at all. i dont get how it can be like that. how can i not care, and yet i let it kill me. i dream about it. about him caring. about him calling. and then it hurts so much more in the morning because im like, he actually did this to me. a human could actually do that to someone.
but thats not even that important.
its everything that i dont know whats wrong. why it makes me mad. why im so upset. why i hate everything. why i just want to break down and cry, but i just dont let myself anymore. i can sit there and critisize myself. and yell at myself. and hate myself. and think about everything i've fucked up, or just everything period. and i wont let myself break down about it. i guess thats a good thing. i dont need to be the one that always breaks down. the weak one. instead im the bitch that wants to just freak out and go crazy.
i dont know whats up with me. dont ask me whats wrong. dont ask me to talk. i have nothing to talk about. i have nothing to say. its taken a lot just for me to write this little bit. when so much more is going through me.
but i cant get that out. it wont come out.
but i cant do this anymore
im going to listen to my music
scream
cry
do whatever
because it seems like whenever i raise my voice, tears fall.
and its the only way i can get out any emotion.