Dear Friday,
It is the 28th today. There are so many things that are ticking in my head. I see tangents of words in my mind. I try to speak but the tears choke the words. The future is blank and black, maybe it's a vast of ignorance in myself. I feel a part of me sparkle a little less every day.Struggled gravely for the night, when everything just crush me down. Silence was all. So, I went to bed thinking it would make my head feel better but no. The taste of salt as they rolled down over my cheeks to die on my lips. My fears begin to multiply.
It is the 28th today. There are so many things that are ticking in my head. I see tangents of words in my mind. I try to speak but the tears choke the words. The future is blank and black, maybe it's a vast of ignorance in myself. I feel a part of me sparkle a little less every day.Struggled gravely for the night, when everything just crush me down. Silence was all. So, I went to bed thinking it would make my head feel better but no. The taste of salt as they rolled down over my cheeks to die on my lips. My fears begin to multiply.
Perish out of the world.
18 years of my life, do you understand me? All you do is ___, be thankful for once? I'm fucking drained out, maybe I should just shut myself up.
Thank you, bro.
18 years of my life, do you understand me? All you do is ___, be thankful for once? I'm fucking drained out, maybe I should just shut myself up.
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