i wish that i was somewhat pretty.
or is that a sin?
i wish i'd get out of this city.
someplace i've never been.
everyone wants to travel the world,
they all have the money to do it.
my mind is stuck in the underworld,
and i don't have the strength to get through it.
when i thought my life couldn't get shittier,
my grade just went to an F.
but i seriously wish i was prettier,
no wonder my boyfriend left.
YOU ARE READING
a lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that
PoésieI didn't choose to be here, on this earth. i am forced to wake up everyday and write these shit poems. since i'm already trapped here i guess i'll make a few memories. maybe go for a jog... who am i kidding. i'll stay home and continue writing about...
