Since he got to me, I've changed.
First I believed that some people cared about me,
at least some people needed me.
He told me that nobody cared about me. Said that I was crap.
I told him to shut up. That I am sure that some people care about me.
I'm not so sure anymore.
I don't believe anyone needs me anymore and I constantly think people talk bad about me.
Maybe it's not only a thought, or is it? I don't know.
I thought about quitting much. Not quitting life, but everything I do. Just, stop it all.
I know some people know that I'm not doing well. I kinda gave them signs.
But they don't care. I don't blame them, why should they care? It's not their life.
I have this one person that keeps me in this world. This one person that I wanna take care off.
I don't know what I am going to do, the day he decides to leave my life.
I guess, I'll be left alone. And lonely people do fucked up stuff.
Categorie:Selfmade emotional shit.
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