dont know anymore..

 Time: 7:56 P.M. Eastern Time:
Mood: Sick, tired, fuck off
Music: Parentals fighting
Eating/Drinking: Nothing

Here I am a lonely ghost
On the outside looking in
Waiting for the liife I want
To find me here and begin

A tear flows down my pale face
As I stare jealously there
I wipe it off and turn away
Pretendiing that i dont care

Wasting all the time I have
Loathing what you have become
Thinking about what had happened
And when you had turned so numb

Random poetry. There was this thing today at school that made me want to write. I dunno. I’m debating whether I like it.

I feel sick. My eyes hurt so much, they’re so heavy. I want to die…

Hopefully this’ll all get better. If not, whatever. i’ll ttyl.

-Saoirse

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