Sunday, 27 August 2017

21st jan 2014

i spend most of my evenings crying these days, 
stuck in the diagnostic self-destructive ways. 

i know a happiness, it's just gone for now,
rainy days and rainy cheeks, sadness we won't allow. 

brighter days are to come,
equally is sadness and a lot of rum. 
piña colada, my favourite drink
for every season i'm on the brink. 

cut me, tear me, break a bone.

someone hold me, i am so alone. 

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