and every lie you said
was a part of your ****** up puzzle.

So i became an addict
Drug addict
You were my drug
And you were my end.
Everytime my lips touched yours
I was a step closer to the death
Everytime i breathed near you
I was left without a breath.
I still feel your lips on mine
I still feel your smell on my neck
I still feel your hands on my head.
And i still feel the loneliness
That i am feeling from the night you went away.

loneliness
knows my insecurities,
using them
as a weapon
to keep me
all to itself

"They got...
Sick and tired
Of being...
Sick and tired!"

it's better to just stay home
where everything is familiar
and nothing is uncomfortable

it's better to stay home
where you feelings are safe
and stress is at it's highest

it's better to stay home
where you can hate yourself in peace
and wish for death alone.