starving. just starving for life
nothing but a dark room filled with blankets
i wish i could cry enough tears to drown in,
laugh at myself for being a melodramatic lump of garbage,
and probably cry some more

i used to prefer being stuck at home
now it makes me so insane that i want to die

the hope that you would cheer me up just doesn't do the trick
but i don't want to bother you
kiss them all you want, i don't mind
just send me good vibes from the city and i'll drown in
the pond in the backyard.

passive-aggression makes me sick
and so i'm puking up my guts