I tend to stay up at night with thoughts of you lingering in my head. Wishing I was dead? Wanting to be with someone else instead..
The constant fluctuation of emotions whisking away is too much to bare.
All I want is for you to be there.
Either loss of appetite or just gorging myself out of boredom.
One way or another I'm not right in the head.
Between wishing I was dead.
****** perversions thrusting around my head instead.
I lie down and wait for a reply.
The nose bleeds only started recently, but I lost track of the shaking with shortness of breath.
Hmm.. Better off dead.
Not that you would care about me feeling this way.
Telling me to leave due to a feeling you are controlling.
Leave.
You must really want me gone if you don't care enough to listen.
Maybe one day I'll stop caring and give that wish in.