The Art of Crying

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Life gets boring and it gets annoying, it gets sad and it gets repetitive, and eventually we die. I don't want to know what that looks like. I cry all night not knowing why I'm like this. Begging myself to fight this. My heart cant take the hurt so i want to escape from it. And find someone or something that can bring out who I am. I made some mistakes that I'm not happy with. And slowly realizing that I'm not happy. With or without you, i might as well be nothing. Things take time. And so i lay here quietly, not saying a word but i have tears rolling down my face. This is where I've lost myself.

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