"you come to me with scars on your wrist, you tell me this will be the last night felling like this"
"just came to say goodbye, didn’t want you to see me cy, im fine"
"but i know its a lie"
Care for the people that look like they’re fine. Care for the ones who always seem ok and happy. No-one knows the real them. No-one knows that they only like those silly quotes about love and suicide because its the only way they can express themselfs publically without getting judged. So please. only care for the ones you dont know about.
I’m so sick of this. Sick of Life. Sick of you. Sick of the things that keep me caged from the things that I. Want to do. Sick of no one knowing what it feels like. Sick of fucking life treating me like dirt. So fucking sick of not having the freedom to smile. Sick of being criticised and judged. Sick of not having love. Sick of losing faith. Sick of not being able to give back. Sick of worrying. Sick of being fucking sick of this shit. I don’t want to be so fucking depressed. I don’t like being sad. I know from experience that love is heaven, but wouldn’t be love at all without hurting like hell. Then what’s the fucking point of love in the first point!?. Why can’t you just leave me alone.