What if I told you, that talking to you would make me feel better? What if I told you talking to you could save my life? You decide to look the other way, and pretend I don't exist.
The people I got close with always left. Besides my parents because they are kind of obligated. They always told me I was important. Am I important? Maybe.. But only until that 'other' person comes along. I am only important because they have no one else to fill that position.
I was thinking that talking would do us both some good...but I guess not. </3 I guess I am stuck in this rut alone again. Maybe I'll turn to the only other option I don't know.. Maybe I will turn to the only way out..the only solution.. If that means, making this pain stop no matter what.... Maybe I will choose tonight.
