The only thing I have that's his
Is this sweatshirt
It sucks to wear it to bed
When I know I won't wake up to his texts
It sucks to wear it to school
Because you stare at me when I'm in it
It sucks to wear it when your not around
Since it only reminds me of your absence
So yeah.. Basically every little thing sucks without you here to drape your arm around this sweatshirt.
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Depression Kills
PoetryDifferent poems I wrote about various topics having to do with pain , and the broken promises of life... I write these when I am in the mood or am going through something.. Take a glimpse.. I am sure you'll find something you can relate to.
