It really sets in this time of the year. When I first met you. Lost my earring and obviously lost my heart in the process. Sitting here crying wishing I could see you again but it will never happen because we are both on to big and better things. I was so happy then now I am sad Everytime I come back home from out with friends. Well that’s life I guess and people like me aren’t put on earth to know what love feels like and enjoy it with someone they really care about. Instead we just go from bed to bed hoping something clicks but it never does and I just get tossed aside like a piece of meet afterwards. I literally hate what I’ve become. I really do. Not a therapist in the world can help me. I am just a plastic bag. Maybe even a garbage bag. Just gonna stay at home then no used to going out anymore. I’m the apple of know ones eye
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