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Apr 2017
I am wilting from the pressure 
it's been so long since I felt pleasure 

I'm trying to find the positive 
to feel the sunshine on my skin
but the storm clouds they won't leave me 
there's too much darkness deep within

I never saw myself as a flower 
but I can still feel myself wilting 
(so it must be true)
Written by
cleobug  23/Genderqueer/los angeles
(23/Genderqueer/los angeles)   
   Johnny Scarlotti
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