Stop talk talk talking bout blah blah blah.

It'll just end up the same no matter how hard I work.

Reaching hard for that bit of euphoria,
Nowhere close.
On the verge of snapping,
Holding on to that bit of hope you gave.
False hopes.

Am I going crazy?
The fact that I am so upset and angry at the same time that
I think I wanna cry.

Seriously, I need to get my ass out of the house before my mind fucks itself up so badly that I'll go insane.

But who?

I wished I could see myself in you.