Usually poems come to me faster than normal sentences.
These days my depression is too gray to feel
and nothing seems real.
I cry more than I talk
and I sleep more that I walk.
I keep wishing to catch a break,
My whole life is at stake...
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
Usually poems come to me faster than normal sentences.
These days my depression is too gray to feel
and nothing seems real.
I cry more than I talk
and I sleep more that I walk.
I keep wishing to catch a break,
My whole life is at stake...