I've got my music.

What's still left would be nothing. Sometimes i just need a person to talk and let me stay away the sore just for a moment. I have a sister. I have a hearttalk friend. I have a bae. Yet I couldnt tell them but myself. I use to keep things to myself. And let it to sort it out by itself. One day. I swear i will kill myself inside and let them all out. I rather feel the physical pain than this.

I wish
Iwish
I wished
Iwish

I swear i will somehow find a way. To kill it. To nail it.

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