Nothing is what it seems. We live our life in a fake reality.
Im so fucking sick of it. So fucking sick to death of it.
Dont spend all this time with me telling me you love me. telling me you need me. telling me i am everything you have ever wanted. when you know....its lies.
I let you consume my life. consume my love. consume my sanity.
In the end, nothing. Its over. You tell me constantly its over. And here i am left behind, left delirious. Left wondering what i have done wrong. wondering what is wrong with me. wondering what the fuck? confused. wasted. tired. fed up. done.