I want someone to notice how far ive drifted how lost i am how tired how dead. I want someone to tell me how the song in my voice once sounded so joyful; feel the drag in my feet, the shake in my hands. No, i dont want this cluttered mind and I dont want this used body and I shouldnt want to drown in this silence but I dont want to disrupt the hapiness of those around me with a sadness I dont feel entitled to. Pretty white girl and she dont wanna live? More like crazy attention seeking *****. Dont wonder why I isolate. Reason behind sadness is akin to reason behind actions and when all we can do is wrong dont underestimate a cry.