I said,
this will be the year.
I thought,
maybe things will go right for me.
But so far
I feel torn down and I just don't want to get up any more.
My days are haunted by meows I'll never hear anymore,
And girls tell me they don't know why they're friends with me anymore.
My eyes feel heavy with regrets and melancholy.
february will be better,
I told myself.
just wait for march,
I tell myself.
I feel as if I was made to feel pain,
Made to wait for a doctor to sweep me off my aching feet and show me bliss.
