Pinkin'

How much do you hate/love me?

love is a feeling. not a privilege...

i have seen the end of times of my own life, i saw my own death.
but i can't even stop it, because people wanna stop me.


and tell me i'm not worthy to even try to keep up with my life and slice it.


idk, label me a misfit,
but the label has me in a sick trip.
with my girl, in a wish lid, we top off the weak link.


i feel you.

i understand.

you don't even see me anymore.


how can i see you now?

you said you were happy, everytime i tried to talk to you, you ignored me
i told you the deepest sh1t anyone could ever listen.



I don't wanna care right now.

"right now"

cause, i always care...everyday, more than usual...
i never did stop.


but if i ever stop.

catch me in a window on the internet, jumping out of it.