it's over.
six months gone
and i'm still breathing.
i never thought
i would make it
to see this day.
my mother calls it
pessimism,
my father calls it depression.
i don't actually know
but the end seems inevitable
and all happiness
seems to fade
the moment it reaches my bones.
and i'm afraid.
it's over
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
it's over.
six months gone
and i'm still breathing.
i never thought
i would make it
to see this day.
my mother calls it
pessimism,
my father calls it depression.
i don't actually know
but the end seems inevitable
and all happiness
seems to fade
the moment it reaches my bones.
and i'm afraid.
it's over
its finally over :)
