we are the inconsolable.
we all are the same poets at the same point.
we wake up at 2
and try to explain what depression really feels like...
you
me
and
everyone else
whose sick and tired
of this inhumane earth.
we are the inconsolable.
we all are the same poets at the same point.
we wake up at 2
and try to explain what depression really feels like...
you
me
and
everyone else
whose sick and tired
of this inhumane earth.