no one

no one gets to see what i became!..
in a horrible, twist pearson, hiding in a useless corps...
without a purpese i wonder the empty streets of my heart, my so many times broken heart.., taken away every piece for those who tought that could handle it. they take everything thats good, but they don't stay to see the bad.. they all run away, living my soul, every time more nacked, and cold....
no one sticks around to see wht i am really, beside my so disastrous corp...
so i guess i am meant to be alone.. UAU... it's good to know, that no one really cares, not in that special caring way...
prettendig it's the hard's part...
maybe a decent goodbye would make everything harder mas easy, hard to say, but easy to forget..
oh god so weak i am... so powerless... so insignificant..