april 21, 2014

sometimes, i force myself to write

i don't really know what to feel or how to say things anymore.

the darkness inside me has won and i do not really care.

i've lost my will to live.

the only thing that's making me live is you.

you don't seem to care though, and that's okay 

because no one ever cares.

i'm used to it. 

or maybe it's because i forgot it's early in the morning there.

sometimes, i forget the rules i live by when i'm with you.

that's scary. 

but for now, i'll try to live for myself.