I'm trying to hide in my music, write a bunch of songs and feel good about myself, maybe i think it'll help me forget the past couple of days or maybe i just want to entertain myself and music always did that, i feel so many things, and i'm hurting because a lot of them aren't good, it's like i cannot eat or sleep or be, maybe it's a lot due to him, and maybe it's also her, but i can't deny the role i play in my misery, whatever anyways, i really just want to write a song.
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Until she was happy
PoesíaHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
