My room is dim,
the bags hanged on my door are swinging,
It's cold and I should be asleep.
But theres more important things on my mind like;
would I be happier if I was dead right now?
will it end soon?
I hope it does.
I'd rather my flesh rotting under ground,
than my heart collapsing to pieces every night.
This isn't healthy, I'm aware of that,
but I also don't care.