drowning in a puddle of my own tears
The day you left this miserable planet still etched in my crushed soul
Every day I remember the last word I'd spoken to you
"I love you"
Sometimes I find my self wondering if life is worth it
For death is inevitable
Do you sign up for it as you would a weekly newsletter?
Or are you cursed with it as you were born
I find that sometimes it helps to disgard my suroundings and fall into an abyss of depression and tourment
Letting everything go as if I'm Consantly falling in reverse