I think I'm dying.
I'm crying because I need to lose more.
I'm crying because I need to feel more.
I'm dying to feel something, anything.
I'm dying to hear your voice again.
I'm dying to be alive.
Oh by the way I started writing a memoir for my english class. If you want to know how I dealt with an abusive childhood and my boyfriend committing suicide, check it out!
http://www.wattpad.com/user/courtch