Suicidaltheme Stories

Puisi random yang disimpen di catetan HP. Mungkin nanti nambah lagi, hehe

Why did it feel this bad, leaning heavily in his single bed in his single motel room? The beer was warm and tasted like shit but Dean didn't feel like moving to get a cold one. Honestly, he didn't feel like doing anything. Well, maybe he could go and get that shovel and find the ashes to that ghost to prove that he was loved and he mattered.