Jan 2021
In my room,
Mindlessly scrolling,
to my doom.
Endlessly rolling
down the hill
of depression.
Constantly feeling ill
and not worth of self expression.
Mindlessly scrolling,
to my doom.
Endlessly rolling
down the hill
of depression.
Constantly feeling ill
and not worth of self expression.
My room is where i close off others and open myself.
