Treasure Island

Suicidal Happiness

(The graves in my mind)

Rumours without you


Rumours that you believe
The things that you perceive
I never lied to you I swear
And your silence is hard to bare
Sadness is the pain I feel
Without you to talk to, it makes it real
The reality that I hate this world
Now to you I’m the lying stranger girl
We were in a good place
I no longer felt like a waste of space
But jealous people, that aren’t me
Thought that the hatred in your heart is the best place for me to be
Now you and I don’t talk and it’s been a while since we spoke
I hate to think that this friendship is forever broke
I won’t tell you about the pathetic tears I cried
You told me that you didn’t want me and I felt like I died
Help me Save Me, tell me what to do
This pain is hard and I don’t know if I can make it through

Submitted: Thursday, June 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013
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