you ever get back home,
0 calls, 0 messages
no one waiting for you to get back?
I'm so fuckin lonely.
yo, is this the same person?
fucks sake, I was the life of the party
couple hours ago.
what went down?
i guess, every party gotta end.
except the one in my head,
I promise you that.
these voices are like guests,
constantly telling me I ain't shit.
this one's gonna keep raging.
YOU ARE READING
the letdown
Poetryself destructive thoughts and discoveries mixed into somewhat poetry.
