Water poured from my mind, and began to drip out of my eyes.My soul swam and swam,but eventually I was no more than a drop in the ocean.It was then that I realised you don't need water to drown.
The end is near. I can so see myself crying like mad in one month's time.
Mascara soaked into the pillow bad.
I just know it.
Well , I would definitely try to act cool about it, knowing me.
But I can imagine repeating the cycle of getting dead drunk and crying out loud in public again.
So scared, omg.
This is not supposed to happen again.
Must. Not. Happen.
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