Laying in bed
In the dark hours of the hopeless night
Pondering over your fucked up life
Regretting that you trusted the wrong person
Wailing silently
Aching in pain
Suppressing those scars
Until you fall into a slumber
Then fast asleep
Hoping not to wake up tomorrow.
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//
