Jan 2020
Suicide to joy,
Cyanide to happiness,
2019 held a lot.
From sudden love
To soft rejections
And a hard ones as well.
But now 2020 is around the bend,
So I bathe in my raven black darkness,
Waiting for the clock to turn up a year,
An hopefully my life will move with it.
Cyanide to happiness,
2019 held a lot.
From sudden love
To soft rejections
And a hard ones as well.
But now 2020 is around the bend,
So I bathe in my raven black darkness,
Waiting for the clock to turn up a year,
An hopefully my life will move with it.
Hopefully, but sometimes life throws some illegal lowballs and makes you wanna cut open ur arms hopefully none of you are as messed up as I am... happy new year everyone! I hope I can still read poetry in 2020.
