why
and then thats it.
what your done?
your ok with that now?
why is no one here?
why does no one care?
god im so mad or am i sad?
these days those seem to be the only 2 emotions i have.
and im tired of everyone around with there preconcived notions
trying to poke where theres bruises
so many burns
not just on my skin but my heart and mind.
starting to go insane watching all of there lives.
just run dont check your phone
go back to a time when being yourself wasnt hard
when swinging at the park was the only plan you had so far.
when there was no scars when there was no bars
when there was no one around but your mom and your dad
and a couple of close friends that you thought youd always have.
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