write what you feel and what you dont
do you ever go to sleep sobbing and praying for your life to end? the sorrow has a way of creeping up on you. everything you do is wrong or it just never is enough. the pain is unbearable and the screams, oh how you'd give anything for them to stop. the place you call home is so far from home that it's ironic to even think about it. the place is so empty and cold and you wonder when you'll ever feel that warmth? everything is so chaotic and messed up. there is no definition for love because you've never felt it, seen it, or been touched by it. everything you thought was real has slowly faded away and the harder you try to remember the more blurry things become. stars are fading and falling and the world has become bitter and ugly. someone tell me what is there left to live for?