hollowunable to swallow i wallow every nightin sorrow waiting for the sun to rise i bow to the lightand ask if i can borrowany of her shine to help me tomorrow starting my day with a liehoping no one notices that i die inside every night hoping for a better tomorrow
Tag: feelings
not for rent
but what if this never ends?and we never make amends? i’m not for rentand you were never a friend it hurt when you wentyet i felt unbentfreeable to reinvent