By astralucine
In a world that I am invisible, I pretend that I have a life
Asking myself why. Why do I destroy my life?
Friends disappear and love vanishes.
Hate comes, hate stays.
Love hurts, love fades.
Life comes and life goes, but not life could replace the hate in my heart.
I need my love, I need it now.
I'm almost in tears, as I have written all these years.
I cry at night, everyday of my life.