Im somewhat not myself
i cry at night
and i feel down
nothing is alright
and i wear a frown
I feel pushed
and hidden away
im not needed
but my feet wont walk away
Im less admired
Im less seen
I worry more
and its harder to lean
I feel unwanted and
not as missed
you dont show as much desire
when u kiss
Im still here
trying to be strong
catch me faster
id hate to be dead gone
Your killing me!
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