please help me
i want to scream.
i seem to lose myself
dream after dream.
i wanna drown myself
in a stream.
i want my sun
to loose it's beam.
— i hate you. i hate your life, me.
YOU ARE READING
brown eyes yet grey skies
Poetrywhere the eyes stay awake, yet colour in them is asleep. · part one of woven shreds.
xvi
please help me
i want to scream.
i seem to lose myself
dream after dream.
i wanna drown myself
in a stream.
i want my sun
to loose it's beam.
— i hate you. i hate your life, me.
