you spend so
much time telling
yourself you're
ok then you
realize you're
not ok but
by then you end
up drowning
in your own
fucking thoughts
YOU ARE READING
deadroses || poetry
Поэзия"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
r.b
you spend so
much time telling
yourself you're
ok then you
realize you're
not ok but
by then you end
up drowning
in your own
fucking thoughts
