About
I like neon green.
Music explains everything.
Medications seem to be a part of my daily diet.
I'm emotionally unstable which doesn't go well with my lack of mental stability.
I got two dogs. Maggie and Louie.
The cat hates me.
My parents don't understand me and when they try to, they make the situation worse.
My life was once hell. A hell I could deal with.
One I could hide from the world.
But now my life is worse.
So bad that I would do anything for it to be hell.
I go to bed each night with tears on my pillow.
Each night I just wish I could die.
My life only seems to get worse before it gets better.
And that better only seems like minutes.
I wish I could tell you why, but that wouldn't help.
Journal
Death becomes thee
For life is not you
poetry mainly, every now and then I'll post a sketch
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