i thought of it again,
new year, same me
it's been like this for awhile now
but to everyone,
you've gotten better, happier.
it waits.
it waits when you're alone,
it waits when you're lonely,
quiet, a lone.
and you think of it again,
and the same old songs,
and you cry,
and drown your own sorrows in the shower.
and then,
you repeat this every year.
while it waits for you again,
in the shadows of your happiness.
YOU ARE READING
short stories. // poems.
Contojust some thought i put together in words to kinda relieve myself.
