I'm a rebel and a stoner
We all have a someone we fucking don’t want to let go.
As I sit here on this dark and lonely night, I wish I had someone to talk to when I’m feeling like this. Instead I’m forced to hide myself and let myself cry and wail because I don’t know what else to do. No one cares to listen to me: I’m not too interesting. I’m bland and I’m hideous. My soul has decayed and now what’s left is Ashes and I have to act like my heart is still lit and the flame is still burning. But the truth is, that candle of life sitting in my chest had blew out a while ago and I’m just waiting until I can be put to rest for good. Happiness comes with what you truly want in life and what i truly want is you or death. Either would be fine; at this point it seems like dying will be much easier and faster than waiting for you to never fall in love with me.
We only obsess over relationships that feel unfinished.
But you deserve the universe and I’m just a star