Radio silence. No news, nothing. You’re in my mind most of the time. You fucked me up. Panic attacks. But where is the crowd? Or all the strangers? Why can’t I deal with these emotions? It feel like my chest’s been ripped appart.
I miss you. I feel empty without you. I don’t miss people. I hate the feeling of missing you. Why’d you have to make me be like that; weak, hurt, useless?
I love you. I hate you. I just don’t know anymore. I hope to forget about you someday