Diary Entry #4
Julliannah
[Verse]
Translate my feelings to pages
My ink is crying from experience
I was used, I was abused
I was so done with everything I been through
Do you love me? Do you really?
Do you love me? Or do you-
My feelings were honest but were you the same? Were you the same?
Who cared about me anyway? I'm not important
I’d be thrown away once people lose their interest
Nobody would invest in me, I feel so drained
I drained whiskey and wine, entertained myself like I always do, like I always knew
I'm so tired being alone
I'm so tired being alone
Can you just be upfront about it?
Can you just not play with feelings?