I’m sick. Can’t stop coughing. Hoping I might die in my sleep. Not sure if anything is real. I’m ready to die. I know I am. But I’m scared. For what reason I don’t know. Of the pain maybe. The love of my life is oblivious to me. He doesn’t even care. I’ve posted things on Facebook, pictures describing how I feel, directing them to him. Even though I have always been there for him. He doesn’t care. He pretends to. But if i died today. He wouldn’t care. I’ve been waiting. Singing my songs forever. But its just a game. Let the games begin. […]
Why is life worth living if no one cares enough to double check on you? To make sure your ok? When the love of your life plays games with you, horrid games. I put on a smile every day. I’m a black diamond. I don’t want to smile anymore. I want to wear my pretty blue dress, get in my new small bed, have my friends and family tell me goodbye, and go to sleep six feet under a willow tree.