Another Day

I always fEEL this way. L0oking at them makes me fEeL N0THing, sitTing w/ them makes me filL al0ne. I was standing in a c0rner with0ut a smile. Emptyness kills me and I hate it. I hate my self. I hate them. I was there buT IT L0OKs like I d0nt exist. And the idEa hurts me and it hurts me m0re when I fEeL it. BuT This is what I want and this is what I Want to be. N0 oNe sh0uld be blame except fr0m me. I d0nt kn0w until when i'lL BE this way. BuT 1 THing I kn0w f0r sure. I neEd s0me0ne, s0me0ne wh0 wilL be there f0r me. S0me0ne that I cAn c0unt oN. S0me0ne that i cAn lean oN. S0me0ne who wilL listen to me. S0me0ne who wilL UNDeRsTAnd me And I wish I have that s0me0ne, buT I d0nT HAve that s0me0ne I wanteD C0Z riGht n0w I kn0w have n0thing buT MY self.