When she wakes up in the morning ,
knowing she has no right to
when she doesn't even know what shes doing anymore..
she finds it hard to go on.
her time is spent focused on breathing.
her existence seems to suffocate her lungs.
everything she ever believed in , turned out to be a mirage.
her imagination never fails to get the best of her.
it's always been that way.
she just wants it to all go away.
in desperate need of a way out ,
she doesn't even care where to -
she just wants to get there and quick <3.
people don't seem to be what she thought they were.
liars. fakes.
and they wonder why I'm such a nonbeliever.
i may be the one to blame on occasions ,
but for the most part - keep your fingers pointed at yourself.
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