You.

When is life gonna stop spinning? When is life gonna start being easy? I wish I could stop, sit down and say that I was genuine happy.
I still can’t believe that I’m holding his picture in my hand, and I still can’t stop the hatred that surrounds me. You that just knocked on my door and took a big steep into my life and I don’t know how to get you out. Sitting next to me and talking about your problems and your pain. What happened to mine? What happened to my feelings? When can I cry?
I can’t take it anymore.



I just want you to listen.