Lonely people don't **** themselves just because they're lonely.
Ask me why my mind is twisted and i'll tell you bedtime stories that will haunt you for years.
But then again,  i'm still alive.
Holding on to the hope that maybe someone will care one day.
Maybe loneliness doesn't last forever.
But I can't hold on to 'maybe' forever.
So if my forever is out there, I pray he's hanging on to 'maybe' too.
Because maybe our paths will cross soon, or maybe they alredy have.
Who really knows?
Who really gives a ****?