MissKris17's Journal

I want to hurl myself off a building

Or run screaming naked through the streets

But here I sit too scared

To attempt any dramatic feats

You said it didn’t matter

Then you rolled your eyes and laughed

Just how am I supposed to feel?

Content that you even asked?

Another night I sit

Listening to the traffic passing by

Next time that you ask

I guess I’ll have to lie

What do we do now?

How can we possibly go on?

You want to hear a new story

But I’m still singing the same old song