F L a s H e z

hi,
All this time I was sick,
sick of being bored,
sick of being the reason that makes me sick,
sick of being the one that makes the choices and regret,
sick of being the reason that makes you sick, and I can't tell you why I'm sick, then I get sicker,
sick of having the best girl in the world and still be sick,
sick of being the last person to realize the importance of my moments,
sick of being rejected from those that I trusted the most and pleased by those that I known less,
sick of making you reading my unacceptable fucking reasons that makes me sick,
and now, you're sick too, so I get sicker
see ? that's it
bye