I guess I'm in the wrong again. I thought that I have some kind of matter or at least a purpose in this cold, cruel world but I only tricked my foolish self into believing I could become something.
I broke myself to become something else, something better.. I was hoping to. I broke my heart to an inoperable state, It slowly withers more and more every day,
There's not much I can do now.I'll just watch it slowly bleed out of tears and pain. If my disappearance won't bother you then I guess my presence never mattered.
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Teen FictionIDK, short random paragraphs of my thoughts that randomly appear whenever.
