What's in a writer's bag?

The school chuông, bell rang, school was over. I felt happy. As I sat down on the bus, Bruno sat beside me. I smiled at him. And he đã đưa ý kiến "So, where are bạn going?" "I'm going home. Where else?" I said. The bus ride trang chủ was faster with him talking to me. The bus stopped. My block. As I got off the bus my head screamed once again, "He is the helper" I walked inside the house and did my homework. Hoping no one would pass bởi and see I had no parents there. No one did. I watched TV. I felt lonely now. Someone knocked on the door slowly. I yelled "It's open!" And Bruno came in. I asked him why he was here. He đã đưa ý kiến nervously "My mom and dad aren't trang chủ I guess. I dont have a key and I banged on the door but they didn't answer." Then he looked around and đã đưa ý kiến "Where are your parents?" I replied without any emotion, "Oh! They're working. They never come trang chủ til' like midnight" And he watched TV with me. I felt happy. But still felt bad. What if he is a bad-guy? I may not know. But I will soon

I feel like you're breaking me,
I feel like bạn don't even care.
I feel like bạn want to break this friendship.
I feel like bạn rather have him than someone who can be a true bestfriend.
I feel like killing myself,
I feel like cutting myself, Is that what bạn want from me?
I feel like i'm always angry,
I feel like you're always happy.
I feel like giving up,
I feel like saying fuck this friendship,
I feel like saying fuck friends.
I feel like i had your back when bạn needed it.
I feel like crying, Just to make bạn happy cause that's what bạn like right..?
I feel like bạn tình yêu seeing me in pain.
I feel like saying goodbye...!