The reason I stopped singing
The reason I no longer get exited when the sky is pretty colours.
The reason I bottle my anger
The reason I stopped talking unless spoken to
The reason I am graduating and moving as far away as I can.
Show me you scars.
Show me you bruises.
I need to see all the times that I failed to be there for you.
Imagine someone deleting a long text detailing how much someone matters to them, how they love the sound of their voice and how they want to be with them.
Now imagine it was going to be sent to you, other people might hide their feelings just like you do.
What if someone has internet stalked all your profiles and decided you weren't interesting enough to ******/kidnap?
Chances are that at some point
in your life you have smiled
or brushed shoulders with a stranger...
A stranger who happened to be a ******, kidnapper, or *******.
This is why I'm antisocial.
Last times hurt because we never see them coming.
The very last time that you do something or see someone,
You lose a piece of your soul.
It's like breaking the **** of a door after it's been locked,
You don't get it back.
The only choice is to move on,
Or "chase the dragon", to no avail.
You can't return to the last time.
Don't love me if you don't
expect to be let down and for
the love of god, don't trust
me with your heart.