Tuesday, March 6, 2018

Irony

I have now, what I've always wanted.
But why do I hate it so much?
Why do I still feel as miserable as ever?

I keep saying that I feel empty,
and that I need someone to talk to.
But every time life presents me with someone,
I keep pushing them away.
Why am I like this?

Why are you like this?
Why?

Stop it.
Please.
Before it's too late.