So many damn things I want to say, but nothing comes out
I want to write and write about the stupid horrible waste of a life I lead, and all the things that make me sad, but whats the point
Nothing will come of it and the people I want to care, wont
I couldnt even cry if I wanted to, no tears come out

I was stupid enough to think this was different. I could actually be happy for once.....what was I, retarded?
Let down again, shattered on the floor, and this time I hadnt even been looking.

I miss the past. I miss things that made me happy. People that made me happy. Just by being with them. I miss them, and they'll never know. Never care. They've all got their own shit to deal with.

Ill get over it. One day, I will. Everything Ive been holding onto, that should have been let go by now. Ill learn how to let go.
Just have to keep that faith