I don’t want to be me anymore.
I can’t pretend anymore.
It hurts.
I’m not capable.
I can’t be like them.
I want to, I want to be so much.
I want to be more than I can be.
But I can’t be.
I don’t want to be alone anymore but I have no choice
Being with people just to kill the loneliness isn’t what I want.
I don’t know what I want.
I don’t know which me is me.
I want to sleep.
I don’t want to sleep anymore.
When can I go home.
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It’s cold tonight.