segunda-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2017

I'm always
Findind ways
To compensate
For failing

I pretend to try
But instead
I give up
First thing

So I keep on
Distracting myself
From what's
Really important

Hoping one day
I'll change and,
Against all odds,
I'll thrive

Oh silly me
I'll never be
Anything but
A disappointment.

sábado, 7 de janeiro de 2017

Am I happy?
I should be
I have a roof
over my head
A warm bed
and lots of food
I go to a good
I have some
friends and
even a boyfriend
But I just want
to sleep forever
Isn't that dying?
I hope so
'cause I'm so tired
and resting doesn't
change a thing
I hate it here
I feel no joy
I long for pain
so that I can
feel alive
Oh, dear,
how I long
for the day I die.