23 January 2013
Worrying when your closest friend doesn't suspect a thing.
Maybe it's just all them fake grins.
My past looks down on me.
Pushes me in.
I wish that time could stand still.
Look onto what may be.
Or what I only see.
Filled with hatred of myself.
Losing the battle.
Yet wanting more.
- - - - - • Opuss № I