I'm sharing a house with her; She's the moodiest person I know
She drinks her coffee without sugar in the cold days, and with sugar in the sunny days. She calls it way of living; I call it lost of interest
She sleeps all day to drive her demons away -I think she's creating more- and if not, she cries over a crack in the wall
Melancholy should be her second name -she annoys every cell in me I'm not even trying to explain- so much sadness in a face she destroyed the colours of our furniture in the very first day
I think of driving her off the house but then, an abandoned house is the most miserable thing I can think about
voices in my head I'm bored with myself I am her that's annoyed or am I, me that destroy?