I think biting my lips and just crying my eyes out will make me feel better.
I hate it most for allowing myself to think of you
I made many excuses back then, and my lies are still real to me.
The truth didn’t set me free, so at my lowest, I finally stopped trying to see.
Now my scars are right in front where nobody dares too look.
I wish the person I needed gave a fuck about me.
One of the hardest things in life is accepting people aren’t meant to be there all your life.
the thing is, I don’t want just anybody. I want you.
sometimes you just need to be alone.
and then I realize
that again, this last chapter in my life was written mistakenly.