Dear Life,
Funny is it not?
We loved eachother, just never at the same time.
Lately it's been lingering constantly on my mind, yet I still continue to walts around like I'm fine.
I Took you for granted,
so understanding I am as to why you can no longer stand it.
But "Life's a game right?" I guess I just-
I just grew tired of the ******* hands from you I was handed.
Tired of standing alone in sorrow, of drowning in feelings.
That eight year rain shower killed me, but could've given you a sibling on a drier planet.
Like mars, life you could've had a brother on mars.
But instead you chose me,
A guy that feels way to ******* much, way to ******* deep.
So Why me?
Why should I sleep?
So I can dream of a girl I know, who's exactly like me but doesn't like me?
Why, see? It's only been a week so why do I feel confident she's the one I need?
Why do I cry and feel hopeless seeing scripted love on a screen?
Why do I relate more, feel closer to fictional characters than the ones next to me?
Dear life,
I wrote you the key to my mind without thinking twice.
I don't ask for your sympathy, but a key for simplicity will suffice.