I feel worthless and like I have nothing but I don't want to complain about it to anyone, because I'm still hoping that in the future I'll feel like I have a purpose.
You think I want to feel this way? You call my problems "emotional bullshit." I don't know how you have the audacity to do that, when you have been suicidal yourself. Don't you remember all the nights I stayed up with you. And now, that I need you, you leave me here. All alone. And you don't give a single fuck.
I love you, you just don't understand it. Or maybe you don't even want to understand. Can you please love me?
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