i want a problem free life.dont wanna wake up to every one telling me off or pushing me down or breakups or fakeups.

i dont wanna be that silly girl waiting in the rain.id just be standing in the damn cold cursing away my misery.

pills are my only vice.they are my addiction.they are a part of my other secret life.the life i dont wanna live.the life i hide from every one i love.so they wont feel a bit sorry for me.sorry for the girl who couldnt be fixed.

im cracking to infinity.pieces of me are gonna chip off to dust in the winds of disappointment.and there is no puppet master to glue me together.to stop the winds.

i am only another persons puppet.but i have been neglected.can you fix me?because i hate being left outside

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