Listening to: Best of You by The Foo Fighters.
Nobody listens to nobody these days, just waiting for a chance to speak.
Loneliness is scariest thing in the world, it consumes you so much you live in fear and shadows, gasping for the comfort only company can bring.
It's a vicious cycle, because once you're alone, no matter how you wail, nobody listens. So you sit there, sobbing, bleeding and dying, making a scene, in hopes that someone really cares.
Some days you feel like killing yourself, other days you're just plotting how.
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