Ouch, it hurts.

Just came back from camp. Just felt like coming home, to somewhere quieter.
Everything's just a facade, everything that seems okay doesn't.
Didn't want to listen to the songs, and drown myself in my own sea of sorrow.
Couldn't control the temper myself, poor them have to get all the shit from me.
I haven't had this feeling for a very long time, and I hate it.
Closed eyes and clenched fist at the thought of it. And a bit of soreness.
It just have to happen everytime.
And I'll never forget words that killed me.
Oh, what a dream.

Angels flew me up, (i reckon it's a birthday gift) and now it's time to come down.
Ouch, it really do.