I woke up in the middle of the night
Suddenly and randomly
Whatever, I never really sleep tight
So I didn't care at all
I opened my eyes and saw just darkness
And I was shaking from cold
So I covered myself in a blanket
Hiding from the world
And as I closed my eyes again
Triing to fall asleep
I could feel the weight
Of your eyes staring at me
And once again I realized
How I wish you were here
Just to let me fall asleep in your arms
So I finally sleep calmly
And finally relax my soul
Finally lie next to the love of my life
Whispering your name I don't know yet
Touching the tattoo on your arm
Sleeping and breathing to your heart beat
Sleeping and feeling loved for once
And you would ask me to tell you a secret
And I would tell you the biggest one
Because I'd know you wouldn't leave me
If I told you that I'm not happy at all
That I hope my life will end soon
And that the only thing that matters is you
The guy with a tattoo I've never met
The guy with ocean eyes I love so much
The guy that has never done anything
But somehow saves my life everyday
And I wonder what would you do
If I told you that they laugh at me all the time
That they call me bitch
Whore
Overdramatic
And I don't even remember what
And what if I told you that my best friend
Is the one hurting me the most
What if I told you that I love you so much
Because you're the only one to love me too
And what if you learned that I wrote this for you
I hope you would immediately know
That this is written by your coffee girl
The one that misses you every night
Every night and every day
The one that would stay
Only if you let her
And I swear to God I know you will

Yup, people hate me. I don't even think I have any real friends. But for some reason I don't even care. I just kind of tell them what I think of them when they're mean to me and I'm all okay with the fact they whisper about me... I tell myself at least they'll remember me. Maybe I'm too confident. Ar - as they say - too overdramatic, melancholic, bitchy, vein and mean. But you know, they still make me wanna die. I mean, what's wrong with them? Why can't I dream more than them? Why do I have to get drunk with them every weekend to be "normal"? And why can't I speak up for myself when they're mean to me without being considered mad and hostile? I hate people around me. And as you can tell, I'm kind of confused with ny feelings so please if you understand explain it to me. I give up.
Love you - even if nobody else does, I do if you're kind to me, I swear
S. D.