Tomorrow never
comes bathed in sunlight as
is promised to me
but maybe it’s because I
don’t actually want for it?
I do prefer the darkness
because at least I get it
unlike happiness
that plagues other people,
I deserve this curse.
Sadness is my cross
and I bear it because I
absolutely must.
When I wake up hungover from the regret of being broken, I wonder if I succeeded in pushing everyone away, you know, just so I can be...
Fake friend, Flaked again friend, Called and fell asleep friend, Can’t be bothered to listen to me friend. Fake friend, Always showing up...
I wear these scares like armor. Proof! of all the s t r e n g t h I harbor – signs of my bravery burned into my cells! Living &...
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