Under the moonlight there I sit,
A lost, empty, overthinking kid
He who valued his friends more than his life
Is now just a kid with no one
Used to have many friends who are problematic
They would sometimes invite me to drink and cry
But I told them
I wouldn't cry anymore
And now that I have held back far too many tears
I want to let them out
But now,
I don't have anybody to vent out to.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Under the moonlight there I sit,
A lost, empty, overthinking kid
He who valued his friends more than his life
Is now just a kid with no one
Used to have many friends who are problematic
They would sometimes invite me to drink and cry
But I told them
I wouldn't cry anymore
And now that I have held back far too many tears
I want to let them out
But now,
I don't have anybody to vent out to.
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