Your right, all those times I've sat in the silence and looked through old photographs of my dead friends, with that gun on my lap. I couldn't do it. I am scared of dying, but almost justly scared of living, my entire life is one hurt after another. Once I get that perfect job, I dont know what my goal will be, I don't know what I will live for. I dont know what I will do. I am so scared of being alone again. I scared to trust anyone again. I let Jade into my life, and look where it got me. Shes gone now, but she was gone a long time ago, the first time she kissed another man. I think I am gone, I am kind of numb, my feeling so stray and I feel empty. I am a ghost.
Sincerely,
My Self
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