i’m not depressed.
the only word I can think to describe this is
desolation.
not being with you is just…
like this morning.
i was all happy and giggly and skipping all over the place.
i kept thinking about things i wanted to tell you and i said to myself
“i have to tell him when i get home.”
but then i remembered
i’m not coming home to you.
and suddenly home
didn’t feel like home anymore
there’s emptiness here i can’t explain
can’t escape …
desolation.
i feel
desolate
without you.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
i’m not depressed.
the only word I can think to describe this is
desolation.
not being with you is just…
like this morning.
i was all happy and giggly and skipping all over the place.
i kept thinking about things i wanted to tell you and i said to myself
“i have to tell him when i get home.”
but then i remembered
i’m not coming home to you.
and suddenly home
didn’t feel like home anymore
there’s emptiness here i can’t explain
can’t escape …
desolation.
i feel
desolate
without you.
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