It's almost that time of year again,
When I have to say goodbye...
and you're still nowhere to be found.
I want to just run away and never come back,
drug myself into a wondrous stupor
Numb
from your mutilating grief.
"I'm done mourning"
I keep saying.
I'm not.
I haven't even properly started...
Maybe I should join you...
In the great abyss.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
It's almost that time of year again,
When I have to say goodbye...
and you're still nowhere to be found.
I want to just run away and never come back,
drug myself into a wondrous stupor
Numb
from your mutilating grief.
"I'm done mourning"
I keep saying.
I'm not.
I haven't even properly started...
Maybe I should join you...
In the great abyss.
