No one got hurt.
No one knows except me.
If anyone ever asks I could never tell them truth.
I will have to die knowing that no one will know how much of a loser I am.
This person once told me that I shouldn’t call myself a piece a shit because the situation that makes me feel like that has passed and I can learn from that.
They told me, that I’m not a piece of shit.
I still felt guilty and the only way I could fix it is, I don’t know.
I didn’t want to live as piece of shit anymore.
I flushed it, the end was in my hands and I was ready
If it wasn’t for the sound of laughter.
Well I’m here a piece of shit person.
It harder some days than others but today really seems like the day.
But every bad day seems like the day, that I don’t know if I’m even in the day.
I’m okay now.
