Disclaimer: These here quotes are attributed to where I found them, not necessarily where they originated from.
Some nights, I sit and stare at the wall, waiting to feel something at all. I used to care, I used to try, now I just wait for these days to go by. They offered their love like an open door, but I stand outside, unsure what it’s all for. How do you take in what you’ve never known, when all you’ve felt is being alone?
Maybe if I self destruct, if I burn myself into obscurity, no one will see my wasted potential, because there will be nothing left of me to see.
It's going to be okay, but it's going to be different.