Each friend slips away
With every other day
My ex is a manipulative asshole
Whose love took its toll
And my best friend is suicidal, both actually.
And I don't believe in God, or even in me.
I've seen pill-crazed events
Giving insight to my aunt's final moments
While my mum vents to me
And I let it all be.
And I can inhale like never before
And swallow alcohol like a whore
And each day
I'm somewhere far away
Waiting for things to get better
Like waiting for warmer weather.
It's fucked up for now.
But I'm ok somehow.
Author notes
I just realized how much fucked up stuff is in my surroundings yet I'm ok. Yay?
What do you think?
Comments
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YAY! =) hehe...its good. i love it!
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thank ya love =]
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