Why should I care?
Why do I choose to feel the emotions that I do?
Why do I sit alone in my room, with nothing on my mind but the thought of you?
Why do I worry?
Why do I cry so ****** much that my vision becomes more than impaired and everything around me turns blurry?
I hate the way I feel, I hate that I care so much,
I spill my emotions over a keyboard so, you too, can hold the pain that I currently do,
This is only the beginning, I know I’ll be stopping here, on this website, so much more frequently because of you.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 2:59 AM UTC
Why should I care?
Why do I choose to feel the emotions that I do?
Why do I sit alone in my room, with nothing on my mind but the thought of you?
Why do I worry?
Why do I cry so ****** much that my vision becomes more than impaired and everything around me turns blurry?
I hate the way I feel, I hate that I care so much,
I spill my emotions over a keyboard so, you too, can hold the pain that I currently do,
This is only the beginning, I know I’ll be stopping here, on this website, so much more frequently because of you.
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