Cold Sweats.

May 23, 2011 04:30


Still awake
Not much to do
Other then beat myself up
All over you
It’s always this way
Long since sucked
So what can I say
Other then everything’s fucked
Head’s always hurting
Overwhelmed with regrets
There’s no proper wording
That’ll stop the cold sweats

poetic suicide

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