Vanilla

In my own little head.

Everybody can be so happy about their lives,
While I sit here and time goes by...
To prevent my tears I speak to you,
however your life isnt for a second affected by me or mine.
I get tired of feeling so unloved and so uncared for...
but now it seems this is the closest feeling I have to love..
until I find another.
maybe better...
but what is better anymore?
Maybe God will take pity on my soul
when he cares enough to see my struggle...
and he will set me free from this pain...all i can do is pray
it scares me to think this way...
wtf is this man? this aint fuking love...this is BULSHIT.
this is...life destroying...this is poison.