As simple as that – we hear words and the words stay in us. Somewhere, deep there: some will hurt a little, some we won’t notice, some will eat through our soul, tearing it up.
13 years of friendship reflected through everything said; repetitions converted to time of exposure to acid.
But you can’t just read the soul. Only when the soul decides to open up and prints (writes down) itself some marks become readable. Which ones is only for the soul to decide.
Everyone left me
Call me right now
Why am I to blame that I see the world that way?
No one understands me like you do
You’re the best person in my life
Fuck that feelings if they don’t affect people
I’m talking to you right now
No time to search for cure
It’s unfair to my noble feelings
I’m not getting what I want
They see me as worthless cunt, who only thinks of myself
Do I need to remind you that I’m right?
If I kill myself, I want them to know
People love being humiliated by seeing success of others
These are not just words
You finally revealed that I’m a monster
Convey to me that everything is alright
It’ll be better if someone cared not about their pride and vanity
You’ve put all power of your great mind to crush me
Sad, haven’t thought you’ll end up like that
You still surprised my mind is fucked?
I hate you
Take blame for the suicide, bitch