This pain is killing me because all I hear is bullshit. Everything we go through is like some kind of game. Not even a breath of air could compare to how much fate me and you have. All this jealousy all this on girl. This grieving for you to like me is striving for me to murder myself. Is striving for me to leave you alone. Like a continuous movie of HORROR, you keep going back to what's killing you. The first time never worked out so why did I go back? To hurt myself? To tell myself the truth to be a victom of this shit. To lie to you is a sin in my body but to tell you the truth is death.
