My heart is trash
It spills its juice...
Wishing away
Maybe one day...
Are things getting better
Or are things getting worse...
Leave it to me to cave further into myself,
Only I did not think I could sink any deeper...
What you see is just an illusion
of the whole puzzle piece...
I’m sad..
I want to be better...
So what’s next…
Another day...
I hate running,
Forcing...
Moonlight
glints...
One day,
Maybe I will be...
Positivity aiming towards devastation
I’m having a good day/ let’s screw it all up...
Writing used to be easy
I would put ink onto paper...