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sometimes i wonder if it's worth waking up in the morning. What good will come of today. It' s just the same old crap everyday. nothing ever changes, hell, nothing ever will. But with every passing day it gets harder and harder to wake up. I'm barley me now. I still remember what was me. and i barley grasp what's left of me. And it's slowly slipping away. I try to hold on with all my might but I'm just not as strong as i used to be. And the more i try to hold on the weaker i get. and the weaker i get the more of me falls. I'm broken. And i want to be fixed. I'm falling apart. Ever since my best friend moved to Poland i just can't do it any more. crying
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