by PorcelainMoon Nov 21, 2013
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
Another sombre breath escapes your swollen lungs, on a night so llonely you wish you owned a gun. Lumbering your way through a thirsty ocean, tides washing against the agony you thought you left behind. Cemeteries occupied by lost lovers and stray animals, only a short walk off the life you never lived... |