• BAM
    Sitting in a counter legs up to my chest my hands over my face I’m crying again because of you why do you do this? You act like you never meet me you act like you where never my friend I say this as terse fall down my face with a gun to my head, all I wanted you to do was care about me and to tell me you love me like how I loved you. I just wanted to hear that but I guess I never will.. *BAM*