I’ve been thinking about
ways to tell you this.
But I guess there’s no
easy way to. So, I’m just
gonna go straight into it.
I. HATE. IT. HERE.
I don’t like living this
life anymore and if you still
don’t get why, I don’t think
there’s a point telling
you about it now.
So, without telling anyone,
I shut the windows so that
negativity doesn’t attack me again,
draw the curtains so that
I don’t see anymore light
to get jealous of,
and turn the music on.
For the only light that I see
is the light that I dream of.
Yeah, I live a better life in
my dreams. For the soft, cozy
pillow is the only place where
I can rest my head without
having to think twice.
The life outside my dreams
is messed up, and that’s also
the reason why I sleep
in my free time.
So, here’s a humble request.
If you ever walk into my room
again and find me fast asleep,
let me be. Know that I’m tired,
and like everyone else,
I need rest too. So, please,
don’t wake me up.
I just…
I just don’t wanna lose
my life again.
~ Swift!