It’s 4:48
Woke up in confusion
Fell asleep late
Remembering my delusions
But forgot what I ate
As much as I try not to
I think of what I hate
About myself
It’s 4:48
Woke up in confusion
Fell asleep late
Remembering my delusions
But forgot what I ate
As much as I try not to
I think of what I hate
About myself
Was going to write a second stanza, but lost the candid emotion and started focusing on rhyming and such instead.
