someone once told me
you’re no good for me
that we shouldn’t hold onto
something not guaranteed
back then i didn’t believe them
but now i know
we cant grow
-
now i’m faded
sitting in my bathroom
wishing it was you that would come back soon
thinking bout the good times
that are
tangled in these vines in my mind
contemplating suicide
waiting for the sunrise
to save me from taking my own life
rough but 2 am thoughts.