It's really hard to feel loved; when there is no one to love;
How to be hopeful, when there's no hope left to begin with;
Unable to feel prioritized, because priority was never a thing;
Give me a heart full of content, tired of feeling heartless
My life is a series of compiled fabrication of missing feelings and emotions;
Every breath I sip, every step I take, every blink I make;
Are all figments of my imagination;
Nothing but fabricated lies;
Lies;
And more lies
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
It's really hard to feel loved; when there is no one to love;
How to be hopeful, when there's no hope left to begin with;
Unable to feel prioritized, because priority was never a thing;
Give me a heart full of content, tired of feeling heartless
My life is a series of compiled fabrication of missing feelings and emotions;
Every breath I sip, every step I take, every blink I make;
Are all figments of my imagination;
Nothing but fabricated lies;
Lies;
And more lies
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