let me die a withering flower.
i wander in the park... the feeling not right... the tears not dried. a good hard cry. i sooth my own soul. i try to smile at the ppl i pass by. but i find it so hard that it hurts my chest.
i'm tired of myself. i believe you feel the same too. i hate myself. i believe you'll hate me soon. it doesnt matter anymore. be it anyone like me anot. i am hallow. empty. i know.
getting tired of me. . . and my intolerable attitude. if i'm gone would u feel better.
if i'm alone. would u feel peace. if...
sorry. again doesnt seem to work anymore.