1 May 2012
Standing alone, Painfully still,
Faces passing by, Old friends - goodbye,
How did I become, Uncomfortably numb?
You say your feeling bad? At least you're feeling something,
Give me something to hold onto, I've got nothing to loose,
I'm fading away, Turning a sickly grey,
Can no one really see? That I'm slowly dieing.
Insecurities • Opuss № I