2 years
Yet the thorn kept me bleeding
The storm screaming still
The hollow remains

I speak,
I laugh,

But I'm empty

Can't you see?
I am not me
I'm just an illusion
Of who you want me to be
A lovely girlfriend
A bestfriend
A girl who's drunk
In her roles

And talking to a tomb
Is keeping me sober
Cause who's in the ground
Is an angel
Called
*My mother