I am empty. Or full. I don't even know. I can't decide if I need something new or if I just need to go back in time. I know that something's missing because I'm pretty sure that the best part of your day isn't suppose to be the time you go to bed. The thing is, I know exactly what's missing but I keep denying it because it's been too long and I need to leave it behind. But how am I suppose to leave behind the best times of my life, the best people I have ever known? I can't I just can't. I refuse. Even if they don't care about me anymore. I don't want to forget. But remembering how good things were back in that time is so painful because now things are so screwed up. And I miss him. I miss them. They liked me, they really cared about me. Now no one likes me, no one really knows me. Now all that's left are memories and my sadness.
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