Wake up in the morning
You mean wake up in hell maybe
Those faces again
Who will make you lonelier ever
It's like you've woken up from only two hours of sleep
I had a sleepless night
I need to be plugged, music please
Going into the bus
A vacant seat as you thought
But a fucking person would just sit their ass next to you
Get lost
I feel suffocated
I hate you !
But why? You haven't done anything to me.
Yes, you have. You don't care and you're so filthy that I wanna puke
New faces, new destinations, I mean to where the bus is heading
Am not a morning person
Fuck it. I hate everyone for no reason.
YOU ARE READING
Slow Death
Short StoryThis book is my getaway, my escape, my feelings. It's utter shit but if you wish to read it you may :) Quite a lot of emotions,feelings that are depressed, hurt, confused, fucked up..suicidal.. //pluvio-nyctophile//
