sitting all alone in the bathroom at a party, hearing the muffled out song, cigarette in hand and beer at the side.
'maybe it was a bad idea to come to this afterall.' i thought to myself
i thought it would be fun to come to a party for once, to be free from everything.
guess i was wrong. nobody doesn't even notice i'm not at the dance floor anymore, 'i have better shit to do anyway' i thought to myself again, smoking the cigarette that i had in my hand.
everyone always leaves me, though, i guess it's not really a surprise anymore. all i have now is just cigarettes and beer here to cheer me up.
god, just choke me till i can't breathe anymore, just throw me into a box with the oxygen off, anything to stop this pain.
it's just so lonely. i just want warm hands to wrap around me, hold me, and keep me warm forever.
but i guess life just isn't that easy.
i took a sip from the beer that laid beside me. i'm too tired to do anything anymore.
black spots started to invade my vision
'i'm tired.'
and everything turned black, the only last thing i heard was only the sound of the muffled out song.
'𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱,
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘱'
