Hello...
Sometimes the thing you need to do is break yourself down. Tear down every wall you put up day-to-day. Cry. Destroy yourself. Sometimes it's right. Nothing makes sense about it, you can't explain it to anyone, but it might just make you feel more in touch with your life than you have been for weeks...months...years.
People die. The wrong people. The ones you need. I can put on any face about it I want, but the truth is it'll never be alright. Nothing will ever get me over it. I go ages without thinking of it, but I stumble across this song in my iPod late at night, and it crushes me.
"Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken / Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide / Don't cry..."
Sorry for the depressing entry all, it's just eating me away. Bit by bit, it takes more of my constitution and I haven't found out what to do about it yet.
People die. The wrong people. The ones you need. I can put on any face about it I want, but the truth is it'll never be alright. Nothing will ever get me over it. I go ages without thinking of it, but I stumble across this song in my iPod late at night, and it crushes me.
"Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken / Hello, I'm the lie living for you so you can hide / Don't cry..."
Sorry for the depressing entry all, it's just eating me away. Bit by bit, it takes more of my constitution and I haven't found out what to do about it yet.