Jul 2013
if pain is what makes the world beautiful, i choose to live a life of misery.
if cigarettes calm your anxieties, i choose
to have broken lungs.
if alchohol numbs my mind, i choose
to have a dead liver.
if all the good things **** me, i choose
to say "goodbye".
if cigarettes calm your anxieties, i choose
to have broken lungs.
if alchohol numbs my mind, i choose
to have a dead liver.
if all the good things **** me, i choose
to say "goodbye".
old poem and it doesn't make much sense, but neither does anything else in this world
