Once I change to beautiful my lfe would be better.
The days of waiting for friends and someone to love would come sooner than I hoped.
Standing by life as I was supposed to see it; happiness would weigh me down. How would I get used to the attention? But I'm still waiting for them to come to me. Am I the enemy? Is it not long enough that I have been alone? Hiding in a cage with no entrance or exit of company...I stay still. My life ends. For I should have went to you myself. I could've been the friend you wished for or the friend I intended on being. Washed away from hope, happiness, joy, love...
Life Ends For Me...
PS. Don't wait as long as I did!
Your Friend
Lifeless