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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