My thoughs are worn out,my fingers tips gone necrotic,my eyes can't see any plausible solution ,my body became a walking peace of meat heading the slaughterhouse e no one,not even me, can't do anything about it.
Life is to not say what you really mean,to not show who you really are...
Maybe I just need that someone get it...
and maybe I just need someone that need me as just  I need someone.