Insidious night.
Encapsulate me forever,
I beg.
The word 'depressed' is trite.
Just like love, I feel more than I can say.
I hide behind apathy
Yet my emotions control me every day.
May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
Insidious night.
Encapsulate me forever,
I beg.
The word 'depressed' is trite.
Just like love, I feel more than I can say.
I hide behind apathy
Yet my emotions control me every day.