Saturday, March 14, 2015

Maybe I can't cry hard enough
Or maybe I can't cry anymore.

Things doesn't stay the same
Because everything change.

I honestly want to write a bunch of things that I can't get out of my mind but suddenly I'm always blank. Words, phrases, sentences, give me a piece of paper and it will come back to you empty.
I feel like my world is crushing right in front of my eyes and I stood there watching 'til everything's gone. I look around me. I ask myself a lot. I talk to myself a lot.

Do I really have friends? Like friends friends? But why, why can't I talk to them about these bullshit things in my mind?

Maybe trust is the issue
Or maybe trust is not the issue
Maybe it is about me
Nothing else and no one else but me

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