nothing is wrong
but nothing is right
to be fair,
today i put up a good fight
i smiled
talked when necessary
and i kept it in
i waited
and waited
until i could be alone
it's my solace
my friend
the only time which the pain
you inflict on me
can end
but just to spite you all the while
i'm going to get up tomorrow
put on a pretty face
and fucking smile
Note:
daisies make me happy, peter is soft, my skin is cleAr
(kinda)
i want to have a bonfire with marshmallows
YOU ARE READING
Honey
PoetryHaha guess what this was gonna be a serious thing but like most things in my life- Self sabotage took over Aka this is a big ol' 'book' of shitposts and small moments of mini mental breakdowns Enter at yer own risks kiddos
