We're just sad kids
who put all of our hope
in the fact that
putting our headphones in
makes us feel like
we're not
Alone.
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
PoetryIn my head I scream; struggling to hold onto you with love comes decay.
Companionless
We're just sad kids
who put all of our hope
in the fact that
putting our headphones in
makes us feel like
we're not
Alone.
