When I cry. I wish I could die. Your not by my side. Wish I could hide. I still have some pride. Yes ive lied, no ones perfect. Trying. Dieing inside. I cry myself to sleep. Even when we speak. So much pain. So much loss. Maybe thats what makes me cross. I feel so lost. Dono who I am. Weak and weary this body is. Wating for a sign. My life is a crime. If only you were mine. Skeltens so deep. I just cant keep them to myself. If I told, though, you would judge. You would hold a grudge. Call me a bad person. I guess I havent learned my lesson. So to all this I have one qustion. Why?
Reason for writing:
So many things I wish I could tell people but they would judge me. Im so ashamed of what ive become. Yet when I try to be a better person it just seems like I cant. And I try my hardest. But that dont matter.
Birth sign: Taurus
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