Four~
I know that I'm living
But don't feel alive
You're reading the notes
Of a boy who has died
I honest feel like my mind is fried
Migraines from all of the jokes that I've cried.
Strangers stroll by
wearing masks of disgust
I guess it don't matter
Cuz they are just huns
Who don't understand
Even monsters need love
And I am a wingridden Angel who fell from above.
But if they start to care I get attached so I dont blame them.
Don't call me a leach
cuz i am a slug
A homeless snail
Who just holds on
I wont bite
Or thirst for blood....
I just want a fucking hug.
