I went to bed early I got eight hours of sleep But I still don't understand why I don't mean to people, what people mean to me I sacrifice anything for the ones I hold close They don't care what I lose, and I'm not often chose I know they don't ask me to but I like to show that I care, I can't help feeling unloved when I'm down and nobody's there I've thrown away people, and money, and time just to make sure my people are perfectly fine But if I speak my mind when I've been insulted then I'm disrespectful and need to ******* then
Killing myself slowly just to keep control, Grief remains the only one who never leaves