the library toilet's my best friend now.

so tired i can burst into tears anytime.
so tired i don't mind sleeping forever.

she said she'd be there for her.
so she confided in her.
but suddenly, for no reason,
the trusted made her problem the trustee's.
and left her to her own resources.
i wince at that story
that my friend told me.

there's so much on my mind
that noone can relate to.
that noone understands
and noone, other than myself, can ever understand.
not that i dont want to share it
i don't know where to start.

my friend had a problem.
her friend developed another problem,
and she made it my friend's problem.

talking has become a routine.
im talkin for talkin's sake.
nothing's going right
and everything's going wrong.
smiling has become insignificant.
im smilin for the moment.
nothing's going right
and everything's going wrong.

im tired.
so tired i don't bother saying alot of things anymore.
it's tiring how tired ive become
how exhausted i m mentally.
the horrible things i think
that i havent been telling anyone.
cos it fucking will be of no use.

someone kill me,
so i can leave in peace.