If I’m still here on this earth alive by next week it’ll be a damn miracle.
I’m just at the end of it all. The lies I tell. The smiles I fake. I simply don’t want to fake my way through life any more.
So I try be myself, and honest about what I feel inside. Only to end up hiding myself away in my room. Because I don’t want to do anything. I feel like I’m just wasting away in my bed.