Go ahead take one more swing and I will show you how much my body gives a fuck.
I just wish it really would be okay..
That’s what they always say,
“Just breathe, it will be okay.”
But I’m running out of air
I breathe in toxins for my meals.
My body stings in pain.
Empty I slowly became.
This love everyone spoke of meant nothing.
Those 3 stupid words that used to revolve around my fucking world became dust.
I used to crave to love, to feel what it was like, just to have someone’s attention on me.
It made me feel like I had the spotlight in the show. I would be the dunce and do whatever they wanted me to do just to get their attention.
How pathetic is that?
I don’t take sympathy, if you say you love me you can’t expect I will say it back.
Because why say those 3 fucked up words that teared my life into pieces?