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Who would really care?!
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[font=Georgia]RAGING THOUGHTS OF ENDING IT ALL WHO WOULD CARE?
MY HEARTS BEEN SHREDDED NUMEROUS TIMES THE ONES WHO CLAIM THEY CARE ARE ALWAYS FAR AWAY TIMES CHANGE AND People DO AS WELL SO TIRED OF BEING WHO "THEY " WANT ME TO BE. THE FEAR OF EXPRESSING MY THOUGHTS SUFFOCATE ME DAILY, TIRED OF THE BROKEN PROMISES OF FOREVER AND UNDYING LOVE, TIRED OF THINKING ABOUT "HIM" TIRED OF THE MIND GAMES THE ELATION FROM HEARING HIS VOICE THE THOUGHT OF HIM WITH SOMEONE NEW THE THOUGHT THT HE STILL DOESNT UNDERSTAND ME THE THOUGHT OF HIM... HAS TURN TO HATRED I TRULY HATE HIM I REGRET THE DAY I MET HIM THE DREADED HELLO THE PLOY TO MAKE A RELATIONSHIP WORK.. THE CONSTANT DULL PAIN IN MY LIFE KNOWING HE DOESNT CARE THT IM THE LAST PERSON ON HIS MIND THE THOUGHT THAT HE HAS FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME.
YET THATS LIFE, ONE MINUTE YOUR PLANNING YOUR LIVES TOGETHER THEN EVERYTHING CHANGES. WHO CARES IF I DISAPPEAR? IF I FADE INTO A PEACEFUL OBLIVION? IF I GO MISSING? IF I DONT ANSWER MY PHONE OR THE BATHROOM DOOR... IF ALL THE BLOOD DRAINS FROM MY VEINS LEAVING BEHIND THE SHELL OF MY FORMER SELF. DEPRESSION RAGES AND PULLS ME DOWN THERES NO ONE TO CONFIDE IN NO ONE WHO LISTENS NO ONE WHO CARES NO ONE WHO GIVES A FUCK IF IM ALIVE OR DEAD SO I BID YOU FAREWELL DEAR READER, THANKS FOR INDULGING MY MADNESS AND PRETENDING TO CARE. BECAUSE IN THE END WHO REALLY CARES? WERE ALL SO WRAPPED UP IN OUR ILLUSION OF COMFORT AND DAY TO DAY MUNDANE LIVES WHO CARES IF THERES ON MORE DEAD POET CRYING OUT FOR HELP? WHO REALLY CAR[/font]ES?
[font=Georgia]RAGING THOUGHTS OF ENDING IT ALL WHO WOULD CARE?
MY HEARTS BEEN SHREDDED NUMEROUS TIMES THE ONES WHO CLAIM THEY CARE ARE ALWAYS FAR AWAY TIMES CHANGE AND People DO AS WELL SO TIRED OF BEING WHO "THEY " WANT ME TO BE. THE FEAR OF EXPRESSING MY THOUGHTS SUFFOCATE ME DAILY, TIRED OF THE BROKEN PROMISES OF FOREVER AND UNDYING LOVE, TIRED OF THINKING ABOUT "HIM" TIRED OF THE MIND GAMES THE ELATION FROM HEARING HIS VOICE THE THOUGHT OF HIM WITH SOMEONE NEW THE THOUGHT THT HE STILL DOESNT UNDERSTAND ME THE THOUGHT OF HIM... HAS TURN TO HATRED I TRULY HATE HIM I REGRET THE DAY I MET HIM THE DREADED HELLO THE PLOY TO MAKE A RELATIONSHIP WORK.. THE CONSTANT DULL PAIN IN MY LIFE KNOWING HE DOESNT CARE THT IM THE LAST PERSON ON HIS MIND THE THOUGHT THAT HE HAS FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME.
YET THATS LIFE, ONE MINUTE YOUR PLANNING YOUR LIVES TOGETHER THEN EVERYTHING CHANGES. WHO CARES IF I DISAPPEAR? IF I FADE INTO A PEACEFUL OBLIVION? IF I GO MISSING? IF I DONT ANSWER MY PHONE OR THE BATHROOM DOOR... IF ALL THE BLOOD DRAINS FROM MY VEINS LEAVING BEHIND THE SHELL OF MY FORMER SELF. DEPRESSION RAGES AND PULLS ME DOWN THERES NO ONE TO CONFIDE IN NO ONE WHO LISTENS NO ONE WHO CARES NO ONE WHO GIVES A FUCK IF IM ALIVE OR DEAD SO I BID YOU FAREWELL DEAR READER, THANKS FOR INDULGING MY MADNESS AND PRETENDING TO CARE. BECAUSE IN THE END WHO REALLY CARES? WERE ALL SO WRAPPED UP IN OUR ILLUSION OF COMFORT AND DAY TO DAY MUNDANE LIVES WHO CARES IF THERES ON MORE DEAD POET CRYING OUT FOR HELP? WHO REALLY CAR[/font]ES?
Published 2nd Sep 2012
| Edited 5th Sep 2012
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