unwriten
Pain lies beneath my skin as I continue to suffer from humanity. Inhaling unfaithful words of those who are cunning and dismantle. Speak to me with curiosity, as you rush to announce to all. Walking with such joy in my soul, as my skin melts with lies that I have ever said. Dig myself a humble hole to remind myself who I am, and what I have become, and yet I suffocate myself with heartache. Wish to lose my self in whom I adore, but I refuse to be infatuated by your movements. Shutting my eyes to feel myself trembling with fear, losing myself with selfish thoughts. The more I complicate things for myself, the more I became the person I am now. My feelings, my thoughts, my perspectives, no one will ever understand.
To whom this concerns to
If you were to call yourself my friend you would realize that your not the same person as you were. I can't stand being around you if all you talk about how your so caught up into shit and your significant other. I'm sick of catering to your needs having to pity you. If i was a good friend myself I would tell you how I really feel about you, but I am afraid you will take it the wrong way. Your presence can not be near me.
To whom this concerns to
If you were to call yourself my friend you would realize that your not the same person as you were. I can't stand being around you if all you talk about how your so caught up into shit and your significant other. I'm sick of catering to your needs having to pity you. If i was a good friend myself I would tell you how I really feel about you, but I am afraid you will take it the wrong way. Your presence can not be near me.