He doesn’t know

And i’m here, again, in my bed, writing for nothing. Maybe this is a hint that i hope one day he read.

So, i’m not fine. I’m not fucking fine. My world is so broken, and I know this is all my fault, but… i miss you.

I always had the habit of pushing people away. Bus this time was diferent. Like magic… (you know what I’m talking about…) and I just can’t tell you how i feel.

But woow, look at me, in my own house but so lost. Yeah, i’m so lost. And, no more time, i tried to kill myself. I KNOW, YOU DON’T CARE because I hurt you.

Oh my Satan, i’m so bad. I don’t deserve anything, I don’t deserve any friends. So, why i still writing? Because i’m alone, and i don’t have anyone to hear this fucking shit.

I lied to you, in my reasons. I push you away because i’m afraid. And i’m still scared, one day after another.

So, this is just one more text that nobody will reads. And my english is just a fucking shit, and i’m scared, and i need someone. But i don’t want anyone. Because i’m a shit. And i will always be.