2 a.m.
where do I begin?
Tears running down my face again.
Jealousy.
Punching the hard ground.
Hurt.
Heart begins to ache.
Broken.
Feels lifeless.
Empty.
Can the lonely take the place of you?
No. 9
2 a.m.
where do I begin?
Tears running down my face again.
Jealousy.
Punching the hard ground.
Hurt.
Heart begins to ache.
Broken.
Feels lifeless.
Empty.
Can the lonely take the place of you?
