there she goes, with her self pity.
the scornful young one, frowning and willing the world to view the nonexistent weights that sit on her slumped shoulders (ignore her)
the mournful young one, wanting to take the only life she'll ever have away from herself, for no apparent reason (she still thinks depression is cool)
the ungrateful young one, rejecting rights and wrongs alike. stoic with beliefs, whiny and horrible (she should die already)
Die already.
Die already.
Die already.
YOU ARE READING
wordlings
Poesíai like words. so i write them. now you have to read them. cover by -daisukii
